Is that his name?

...yes. He said he would tear off my limbs, cut me open, pull out my innards and leave me to a torturous death.

[...]

I thought it sounded like a nice idea. So I did it to him.

But he chased me with those rods in his back. And he... helped me to remember. The pain, like that day - the day I met Teresa. Or the day I met you.

[She gives the screen an oddly fond look. Odd, that is, considering the subject matter.]

That's how I remembered the story. My story.

I would have left him alone, but he had no mind left, by then. He kept hitting me. So I made him disappear.