Allan shook his head, gripped by the strange insights that fae blood had given him.  "No, not amongst the humans, either.  For what would they offer you?"  He stepped close, and caressed the side of her face with her ruined eye.  He reached up with slender, pale fingers and plucked out the deflated eyeball, a slight flash of pain exploding in Ashe's skull.  But it was necessary; on Earth, it would rot and putrefy.  He plucked her fingernail out of the midst of it, shaking his head sadly.<br/><br/>"Too marked for the Heavens, too beautiful, even marred, for the Earth.  There is no light place you can go that will not victimize you."  The blood and juices from her eye intrigued him... he'd never smelt the like.  He sniffed deeper, going to her face and sniffing her empty socket, which still bled slightly, ruby tears on her cheek.<br/><br/>"On Earth..." he breathed in her ear, "you will die, you know.  And as an angel, there is no ascention into Heaven again for you.  That is where you are supposed to be in the first place.  So what will you do?  Do you want to die?  Or would you rather... survive?"  His voice was a seductive whisper, but the threat of him was something less than soothing...