"Then make me get it" I told her "Because from where i stand, all i can see is you talking yourself into thinking that this is what you really want."
Her lips parted but no words came out.
She wasn't entirely lost.
Not yet.
I took another step.
"You told me one time that you were afraid to lose yourself," I breathed. "That if you let this darkness in, it would take everything about you that made you you."
Her fists bunched.
"You're right" I struggled out "I don't understand all of this and i don't understand what you're doing or what happened to you but I do know you Emilia"
My voice softened. "And this? This isn't you."
Her breath caught.
The bastard's silver eyes narrowed.
And then, before I could react, he shifted.
Fast. Too fast.
A vicious impact slammed into me, and I flew across the room.