<div style="text-align: justify;">Mari meant a very specific kind of love. A kind she had never experienced before, and was just starting to learn to live with. For Mari, though, it was pretty clear that it <span style="font-style: italic">was</span> love. Not the same kind she devoted to everyone, but a very specific. A kind of love that made her want to cut off half of herself - or maybe more than half - just to be able to be 100% his. If that made any sense. Even if it didn't. <br/><br/>Nodding at Dumas's words about eliminating parts of himself, Mari sighed. She knew it. There was darkness inside Dumas. But it didn't make her want to go away. She wanted to be with him, darkness or no darkness. But for that, she needed to get rid of her own darkness.<br/><br/>Staring at Dumas's eyes, Mari listened quietly to him and nodded. "Yeah. Maybe. But I'm not sure how I feel about this. I'm afraid this would mess things up even more. And God knows I'm messed up enough as it is. Plus, I would have to work for two lifetimes to get a jack, even if I decided to agree to get one.<br/><br/>Mari's concerns dissolved in a big smile when Dumas offered her to climb up. "Okay. Turn around." With a chuckle, Mari climbed on Dumas's back when he turned around, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and kissing his cheek. "You'll have a problem getting me off of here, though. I hope that's not a problem."</div>