Adachi fell quiet, his expression becoming stone faced, but his eyes looked almost hollow, like he was looking back at something that haunted him. And it did; he never talked about it, not even with the therapists he had been to over the years. It was still a thing, though; something that niggled at the back of his brain and he hated to acknowledge, but he knew it was there. He knew that a certain teenager had been right about one thing when it came to him.

"My desires had no substance," he finally replied, "and I couldn't feel anything. I hated everything; the world was shit, and I was the shittiest thing in it."

He felt like his heart was being squeezed in his chest.

"...I wanted to die, but I was too much of a coward to kill myself."

Adachi took a deep breath, closing his eyes and counting to ten and Riza hopped off the couch, pawing over to him and resting her head on his lap. He reached for her, petting her head gently, before he finally felt calm enough to focus on Dooku again.

"When I say I was 'Empty', I'm not kidding."