( Despite the pain in his expression, there is a soft smile on his face at the question, which should be answer enough. He recognized her. Despite the curse, despite everything that attempted to come between them, some part of him did recognize her, and he was terrified when he sensed her dying. He rushed to her side, rushed to save her - realized before he had fully remembered that some part of him would be destroyed if he lost her (again).

She is right.

He knew her. Wrath is now under the belief that he would know her absolutely anywhere in the universe, in any state. He would recognize his wife. His gaze drops again if only to watch the path her finger takes over his own tattoo, the soft loving nature of her touch. How he had feared they would never be able to get back to this place together, to one where she didn't hate him, fear him like mortals are taught to do.

When he lifts his gold gaze again, it is in time to see her tear that falls, his thumb slips over to catch it, to look at it. In this revealing moment, there is love in his face at the sight of her tear, her emotion, who she is now. )

I would not want an apology for either. I want your memories and power returned in full.

I do not need you to be who you were before. I certainly am not. ( He loves the person she is including the mortal parts. ) ...I did not realize how fond I would be of many of those mortal aspects of who you are now.