She looked up, clearly struggling between two thoughts. "It...I wouldn't wish that kind of emptiness, what I saw in him, on anyone," she said softly, almost whispering. "It's too painful, not to be able to feel, to have to find your way back to something resembling yourself. But at the same time, who are we to know how that might have changed him? He may have needed that experience."

After all, Evey would know.