<blockquote><div><cite>Dream Evil wrote:</cite>Terrence looked from his meal, to her face and then back again.  He repeated this process as he spoke and ate.<br/>"I don't believe there's any woman out here capable of reproduction.  New City.  That's a different story, all of mankind's hopes now lie in that one little fable.  A fucking fairy tale.  It's like a sick joke, really.  But it's so goddamn funny you just ignore the offensive nature of it and roll over...so to speak."<br/>Terrence shrugged as he pushed more of the food into his mouth.  "What do I care...shit ain't funny anymore."<br/>His tone was casual, very casual.  It was apparent that he had no care for anything anymore.  Even his hopes of a new city were hanging by a thin wire and it was tense enough to cut a man in half.<br/>On one of the occasions where Terrence would look up at Sara, he noticed the peculiar look she was giving him.<br/>Any regular man would have a good guess at what she was thinking, but Terrence was still damaged in many ways.<br/>"Why the fuck are you looking at me like that?"  His tone wasn't exactly angry, or accusing, but it made him sound irritated and like he wanted answers.  Terrence couldn't help it, he'd just become that way.</div></blockquote>