Lilith says nothing. Felt alone still. She was standing by someone yet her mind screamed at her to return to the safety of the cemetary. After all...the dead would always protect her. She did not fear the dead or the undead. She feared the living. They treated her differently. She sighs. "I know I don't have to. But I feel bad because those girls are always like that. They hate on anything different from them. You could be a tree and if you weren't like the other trees...they would hate you." she says honestly. Biting her lip. "Because...I like to help others. And...you don't scare me. Plus the dead in that cemetary over there said...to not fear you. And that you would be more understanding then the others." she says again honestly.She doesn't look at him. "And everyone needs someone to be their friend. Even when they themselves do not know it." she bites her lip.<br/><br/>"And...your different...like me." she says. Since he was near her he would hear her whispers. But if he hadn't been he wouldn't. "Do you think me crazy? Because...everyone else does. I spend as much time as I can in the cemetary...it is where the others very rarely go into. And the dead are much more caring and understanding. Even the occasional undead is much kinder than the people in this town." she says honestly. "If you wish to talk sometime...I will be in the cemetary. My name is Lilith by the way." She inwardly hoped he would follow. But doubted it highly.