[She was everything to him, especially since his death. She was his last piece of Zaun as it should be: chaotic, vulnerable, violent, brilliant, artistic and free. If he lost her, it would be similar to losing what little was left of Zaun, stripped away by those who sought to make her different, to unearth the scared crying small girl who had no confidence and needed people's shadows to disappear into.

His mismatched eyes tracked her as she rose from her seat and moved over to his side. He remained exactly as he was, practically rooted in his chair with one leg crossed over the other. He did, however, lean his face into her touch subtly, closing his blue eye now that she was here next to him.] They'll try to change you, and you're not that girl anymore.

[His eye opened again, looking at her as she explained about her attempts to draw him out. She had said that he had come to her, offered advice. She failed to mention that there had been several attempts before that point.]

So are you saying that I was absent until you needed me most, hmm?