I blinked, he said I had the same thing coming out of me? "No sense...?" I whispered. My heart still racing. A big strong part of me knew Nevin wasn't going to hurt me (I finally got his name right) If he had planned to - surely he would have done so already. Besides... it wasn't like I had anything of value. Just a bag of ol' soul pieces. "Promise?" I asked warily. The man before me nodded.

"Promise." He extended a hand out toward me and I stared at it silently for a few minutes. Contemplating all the things that he could do. Would his hand open up wide and swallow me hole? Would he pull me into his body only to have all those little spikes pinpri- wait. WAIT! Pinpricks! When we first met. My hand had them all over it. Was HE the one responsible.

"Hmmph!"

No wonder he was being so nice. It was guilt. I slowly lowered my hands from my ears and crawled closer to him. His hand lifted up and landed on my head.

Pat Pat

Okay... yeh... ok... I suppose he wasn't going to hurt me after all. I was still quiet, which I guess unnerved Nevin. Who had always seem me as loud and talkative. (Admittedly, I am these two things)

"Why things do that?" I asked finally. "What doing to you?" I didn't let my eyes leave his, I wanted answers. I wanted to know why he had scary things coming out of him that reminded me of the redheaded woman who locked me up. Were they related? Did they have the same problems? No... his soul was broken and torn, but it wasn't pure and condensed death.