For the Memory of Forgetfulness

In each volume of Conan, the joys and sorrows of separation and reunion are staged in the four frames. I only pity that woman with a charming smile who bears the blood debt of a family feud but still walks forward proudly with her head held high as if nothing has happened. I want to soothe the sadness between her brows. I want to tell her that the man with the stern face has actually never left.