<span style="color: #000000">Scythe felt Agony shift,"I had nothing to do with his binding, though if I did I would have let his soul rest in eternal sleep. This is the sick joke of a necromancer from some time ago, he kept Agony around to do his bidding. Though that was when I was younger,and the necromancer is dead, for I am the one that killed him." Replying to his question , she strode out the door. "Matt do you think of the Order?" She asked randomly, she had wondered this for quite some time now. Her glinted with curiosity and hidden malevolence,she forced down a wicked smile and made it an innocent one.Her jet black hair blocked her face partially as she walked. Bright orange eyes found themselves resting on Matt twinkling with dark twisted emotions buried in them. She held no fear, she only feared her sworn enemy. Falling in love or truly trust anyone, something one such as her could never do and she would prove one wrong if they thought she could or would. Scythe had learned that Love and Trust would be ones death.<br/><br/>Agony had to admit that Scythe was putting on quite a show, her acting was something that could not be surpassed, but if she acted the part long enough she would begin to become it, at least that is how Agony saw it. She wasn't easy to fool either, but she had a flaw and Agony studied her long enough to find it out. She could not lie. How this came to be was a mystery to him and it almost bother him. What if she were asked why she was here? Would she tell truth of her reasoning, or simply masks the answer with a riddle.<br/><br/>Agony fear that about Scythe, he fear not knowing what was going through her mind. He slide from her shoulder and down her arm. Agony twisted like a woman would with his hand on his hip, his dress swaying in the direction of his hips. Scythe couldn't help but to stare unbelievably. He had humor? How odd, but cute in a special way it made Scythe giggle.</span>