[It's almost as satisfying, and almost as debilitatingly painful. There's a fragility to it, too, despite his demanding and forceful attention. It could slip away at any moment, like a shadow sucked up into light - like shadow sucked up deep into her body. If she put herself out there and waited, would he seek her out? Or would this break in that moment?

The bristly surface of her cold, marble soul is slightly ruffled now. Maybe she's blushing, the pout puffing out in her tone. She will have to strangle him back soon, send venom back to put his sinful heart in its place.]

It doesn't matter to me. The people who survived to this world must bear a great deal of darkness. I don't have the great aspirations that others imagine I do. [Has he seen the church in Springstar? Does he know that there are some who think she desires control over it? It's impossible to throw away a key that was never in your hands.] But... [But...]

For a moment, it was nice.