Erik had trailed off into the dark thoughts. When Honey would walk up to him for a split second the look of someone lost and afraid had flickered over his features. Yet the second he caught anothers sent it was gone. A mere flickering of a candles flame that was snuffed out by the harshly blowing wind. His eyes took on the hollow and lifeless appearance again. He blinked. She thought them amazing? He thought them a way of life. Why was she smiling? He looked away. "Showers don't always wash away the worries." He said. Sometimes they washed away the blood and tears. He didn't say it though. "A lot of the time...water can be bad. Usually it is cold. Icy and unforetold." He said softly.<br/><br/>He looked at the bottle of water. He picked it up warily. Undoing the cap and just took a sip. "Thanks. He said in a lifeless voice. it was almost frigidly cold with how lifeless and hollow it was. He looked at her. "Yeah. Its Erik." He confirmed. He was so confused. She was so positive and happy go lucky. How? Why? Why was she aiming it in his direction? Nobody who wasn't a kindred spirit had ever been that way towards him. It just didn't make sense. How could she understand if she had no idea what it was like to be dead since a year old? Killed since six months?<br/><br/>He closed his eyes and opened them at the next words. Blinking. If he could feel emotions surprise would have been showing on his face. As it was there was not even a flickering in his lightless eyes. He looked away and then back at her. "Perhaps I have." He started out. Looking out over the stage. "You wouldn't understand...yet you are the first person to notice. How can one so full of life and smiles notice something about a person who is hollow and lifeless?" He said. "It just doesn't make sense." He said softly. No life in his words. "I can only trust kindred spirits. Yet the fact that you noticed has me trusted you just a tiny bit." He looked at her. Waiting on her answers.