<blockquote><div><cite>Dream Evil wrote:</cite>Terrence sat silent for a moment, listening to her lamentations.  It was beautiful to see someone who still had this emotion.<br/>Again, he almost smiled. <br/>For the most part he agreed with her, the wind, the clouds - and the rain on occasion - had nothing to say.<br/>Terrence suddenly felt the desire to see her closer, to further understand the emotion that he had - up until now - thought lost.<br/>He shuffled over to the fire, peered over the flames at her face, studying her face, and whatever may lie beneath it.<br/>But like him, she was an emotional vault.  He couldn't see through opaque layers of mental concrete.<br/>He hadn't even realized he may have just let his past catch up with him once more.</div></blockquote>