Greg listens, hands clenched in silent terror and knuckles turning white. Lesedi... he should have known. Of course it was Lesedi. Instead of blocking away memories and leaving an empty and open slate like the musicians, she'd locked Lapis inside the worst of her past and used it against her. It's cruel, it's brutal, it's just like Pride to--

Greg shudders, slamming down on that train of thought before it can pull him deeper. Even now it's so easy to slip back there, and the last thing Lapis needs is someone else caught in the past.

"But that's not your fault, Lapis." He hesitates, before reaching out a hand to place on her shoulder. "You were hurt, and used, like the rest of us. No one's going to blame you for that. No one who's been here."