Vara just listened as he spoke, letting him get all of it out.  He probably did not have a lot of people to talk with about existential topics.  She doubted the witches afforded him much time for conversation.  She had her parents and a few people she might of thought of as friends, so it was likely a very different experience for the two of them.<br/><br/>She walked over to him, her towel wrapped around her body and she pressed up onto her toes to kiss his cheek.  “I’m not sure I agree with you either, but I think I can agree that the witches are often lost in their beliefs.  They think they’re better than Blackvayne, but they do similar things to serve similar purposes, they just do so in the name of their goddess.”  She pulled back and headed toward the bedroom, assuming he would most likely follow.  The fire had warmed her enough that she felt quite toasty, but she wanted to get into some clothing.  Her clothes were fairly dirty, but she found some older clothing in the closet that was well-worn, but soft.  She pulled a shirt over her head and put her underwear back on.<br/><br/>“Whether or not there’s a grand design, what we plan to do tonight is a big risk...But I think we can do it.  I don’t think he will see this move coming.  I know you say he’s smart and he is, but he’s also narcissistic and arrogant. The times I’ve seen him fail, it’s so often because of his own ego...”