Identity
House troubles are distanced by the concept of person. I live with children. It is difficult but not totally soul destroying. Made easier due to the absence of blood line. There is no familiar responsibility upon which tradition is set.
Then I went to the safe place in the folds of memory to find what it was that had been left in the top drawer of the ornate dressing table identity was long gone.
Identity as multiplicity the hayden/hugh/barbarossa persons.
Recognition occurs due to mutual benefit.