Days melted by in softness. He had grown accustomed to the presence of this strange girl, Selene, with her horns and her soft, uncertain gaze. They spent their time together in silence, but somehow, it was full. Despite an exterior that should be stoic and impassive, something stirred deep within him, something he hadn't felt for a very long time.
At first, he had questioned his actions. Why had he taken the girl in? Why had he protected her despite the fear, despite her obvious connection with the demon race he had been so thoroughly programmed to hate? Several times, he had almost decided to snuff out her life, his mind rationalizing that she was a threat, her bloodline potentially carrying the very same darkness consuming his own existence. But whenever he had thought it out, he had met with huge opposition.
He couldn't do that, and somehow deep in his body, despite what he had experienced, something still resisted: one cared, and hesitated.