"Normal?" Rosen chocked out. "What is normal for me? I don't remember. But I know that the moment I saw you, I knew you know what I have forgotten. I knew you'd be able to help me remember, to be whole again." She said softly. "Your black wings are because you sinned, not because your 'selfish'" She finger qouted, having caught the words. "because I was told there was a tramatic event, and a man with the face of an angel saved me. He was harshly punished for that and it was my fault." She put her hand on his chest again, not looking at him, but past him as she remembered the sleepless nights with nameless, faceless horrors dancing around in the fireplace in her room.<br/>"As for the darkness..." She said in a low voice, that only he could hear. "it hasn't left...it's gotten worse." Her voice got raspy and her eyes hollow. "Leave again, and I won't be able to handle it." She admitted, leaving her hand where it was. He could move if he wanted, but she wouldn't.