(very poor *pats old guy's presence*)<br/><br/>"No, it's not," he agreed quietly. "I hated the light all my life and now . . . I'd give anything to see it again. I do not wish for my granddaughter to go through the same . . . Even death is far more preferable." There seemed to be some sort of exasperated sigh. "Is there anything else I can answer for you?" (darn! i hate it when that happens >_< i should've writen it down, i know i have a bad memory; just watch, he'll get out of there and then i'll remember what it was)<br/><br/>Æsc's greatest fear was their seperation. He was less scared of her dieing than them being seperated, and that was saying something because he was terrified of her death, but at least he knew in death they still wouldn't be seperated because he would go right after her, there was no way he'd survive it, he wasn't strong enough, and didn't want to be. But if they were torn apart, both alive but unable to touch . . . . well the thought was too much to bear and any time it came on his mind he quickly pushed it away. He'd be gladly willing to go back to those labs for eternity if it meant getting to stay with her. His arm slipped under her upper back and held her close against him, maybe it was selfish, but he would never let her go.