The things she said in her awakening seemed synchronous with the dreams they wouldn't believe he had. Roan didn't linger on that much, in the barrage of other impressions she offered in that moment. She was somewhere else in her mind, and her full belief in that displayed in the heartbreak she showed. Disappointment, but at what? The way she rolled her shoulders back against the sheets - he had a guess, but that would be preposterous. The air was still holding on her scream, even though it was silent, like lamenting a great event. Like their atmosphere had been her voice's battlefield.<br/><br/>Her next face wasn't so aggressive, but it didn't lack in drama. She saw him now, and that made him feel the tides of guilt lick at him. He wondered if he should embrace it. He'd not committed the greatest sin in effect, but he had  gone through the act itself. Intent is punishable, moreso in matters of the heart. Everything about her drew back to some kind of newborn quality. Her skin, her marks, they fled like old leafs over hard snow. It was a little sad, to see his work go, but he only sighed once in nostalgia, looking into the face of something impossible.<br/><br/>He didn't recognize what he felt at first, when she stated what he'd done. They both knew it was true. He didn't feel it was relevant, anymore. Roan waited for the crushing guilt, and there was marbling of it going through his heart, but he felt something else, predominantly. One corner of his lips twitched, and he looked at her in some dark amazement. It wasn't the kind of awe that would leave a man on his knees. He felt betrayed. "But you didn't die." he said, steady. He realized it then. He'd hoped for her to expires, not because he wanted to be rid of her, but because the act of snuffing her had been honest. His truth, finally - delivered to her, as great a point as any had ever been driven home. It could have been love or something else, but it had Been, at least. Now whatever he'd felt was invalidated, wasn't it?<br/><br/>His fingers trailed over her features. She cried, and it was beautiful. "How?" he asked and thought he knew suddenly. A tinge in his eyes, making them vibrate for as long as it takes to blink, a flash that made them look as though they were floating out in the whites. But when they stilled they were focused painfully on her. Anger, but he leashed it, because there were too many other things in him now. He sat back on the bed, and his eyes hollowed as he looked at the entirety of their time together. It takes a moment for the mind to listen to the heart.<br/><br/>"What are you, then, Iris?" he asked and his eyes filled with feelings of betrayal while a wolf's show of teeth started to ripple his upper lip. A boy who'd been wronged, but with a man's beauty. He shook his wild hair and looked away. Roan wanted to shove her, slap her. Kiss her. Something. "I... I don't know what to feel." Not disappointed, but robbed. He had a lifetime of anguish taken from him, but also the certainty that comes with such a promised future. And the quiet girl he'd been sharing living space with. Who was she? Maybe she'd been the loudest secret yet. Didn't that make it a monumental betrayal?