On the willows there, we hung up our lyres

"I dunno. I showed up here instead. Maybe it did—maybe this is just a splintered-off bit of me, and the rest got absorbed into Harrow's batshit crazy little head and helped her kill Cytherea and get her and Camilla out of there. Or maybe it didn't, and they're dead." It doesn't hurt as much as it had, saying it to Tally. Maybe she's building up scar tissue. "I told the other you living in that maybe could make me go nuts."