[...this may have been the real reason he took her way from the others. Her expression fades from the amused tolerance, to something more grave. She enjoyed teasing him with little bits, and he teased her in turn with giving her something she could not have. At least, not yet, according to him.

She takes him, and his ego seriously. The tightening grip doesn't frighten her. Her eyes seek out his instead. Golden, soft and the type to draw in the unwary. She never needed eyes like Medusa. Hers were dangerous enough without petrification.]

You speak as if I have been considered nothing more than a tool for someone else my whole life.

[She says it calmly, because to her, it was true. Her hand, for once, is brutally gentle as she reaches to touch his cheek.]

But you were my partner, my means to the end. Just as I was to you. And I find it difficult to ignore your significance.

My wish is to have it acknowledged. For I know, should I ever return to the world, while you may not forget me-I will forget you.