[ Her eyes fall to the same place, doesn't feel like a person that's able to touch, or be close, it's still too knew. But with him, he wasn't brood, and it was much more a choice of her own to do it at all -- made it better, some how. Like she was filling up this hollow space inside her ribs with something sweeter. ]

No one says things like that on Pandora. My father would have just... told me to kill them all and take whatever was left as compensation for what I lost.

[ says it faint like humour, a pull at the edge of her mouth. ]