“I have no idea where you might hang it," I said, "but I wanted you to have it."

To see.

For on that painting, I'd shown him what I had not revealed to anyone.
What the Ouroboros had revealed to me: the creature inside myself, the creature full of hate and regret and love and sacrifice, the creature that could be cruel and brave, sorrowful and joyous.

I gave him me - as no one but him would ever see me. No one but him would ever understand.”