Kiira looked at him. â€œThen you wonâ€™t ever. Especially not when the street is buried or gone. Youâ€™d probably understand more...if you unburied or listened to your inner street. It is pointless to explain something repeatedly to someone who refuses to understand or accept it. As such I have given you all the facts and maybe in time you will think them over.â€ She said with a smile but it was only luke warm.<br/><br/>She looked out the window. â€œThey cover enough and keep me decent. They are still holding together. There is those out there who donâ€™t even have any clothes. It would be selfish of me to hog clothes when I have a set that still works for me even if it is a bit small...yet they have nothing to cover their back. Nor to keep them warm. That would be...inhuman. I canâ€™t do it.â€ She sighed a bit. â€œBesides...it is just a material possession. Yet the look on a personâ€™s face when you have nothing to wear or it is much smaller than what I wear...when you give them even one new or old new piece of clothing...it is breathtaking. It makes it worth it. You couldnâ€™t understand...with your hardened heart...how a smile on a childâ€™s face or a desperate homeless motherâ€™s face would mean more in the world than a bunch of gold coins ever could.â€ Her tone soft yet sad while dreamy like.<br/><br/>She shook her head to shake out of it. She frowned a bit. â€œThere is those who are worse off then me. Yes...I havenâ€™t eaten in some time. So I shall eat soon. What I canâ€¦â€ She trailed off without saying if I can. Sometimes she wondered if her stomach knew what was food. â€œI will make myself strong enough to keep being strong for them. There are others who are human who would perish long before me if I did not help those less fortunate. You donâ€™t have to approve of my lifestyle but you sure as hell wonâ€™t ever be able to change it. Change who I am. You are ice and I am fire. That is how an outsider would view us.â€ She said seriously yet smiled.<br/><br/>She shot her gaze to him with wide eyes before jerking it away and quickly masking the look in her eyes. The surprised, confused, and pure innocence that had briefly flashed through her eyes at his words. Her form bright red from head to toe. She opened her mouth but couldnâ€™t think of anything to say to that. She hadnâ€™t ever heard compliments like that. Not that almost sounded sincere. She scoffed. Who the hell was she kidding?? He did not really think that. She could tell he could barely stand her or at least his attitude towards her was giving her that impression. Okay if she was honest with herself he was giving mixed signals and messages.<br/><br/>She sighed a bit as he spoke. â€œYou say it but you most likely would. You already do even having to argue or debate my thinking and my ways. Which will never change. Not for no one...or anyone. Or anything.â€ She said with a smile.<br/><br/>Glancing to him as he spoke. â€œMy way out? You assume I wish to get out and forget about those who need me.â€ She looked out the window. â€œNo...my dreams are simple. Make a building for homeless mothers and their children to have a roof over their head and their own mini house. A place where they have food and clothes and shelter. Toys for the kids. Another place for the street kids to go and have a place to escape the street. Like you see on shows. Myself...if I need to a small and simple house. Nothing too big. Just big enough for me. Nothing fancy and near my street family so I can continue to help them. Maybe one day get an education but to make sure those I care for...never go without it.â€ She said in a day dreaming happy voice. Her dreams though simple obviously gave her life and hope. Warmth and love.<br/><br/>She shook her head and snapped out of it. â€œI donâ€™t expect you to understand me.â€ She said simply.<br/><br/>She tensed as he spoke. Her fire returning but for a moment a look in her eyes told she really wished to shake him or smack some sense into him. THen it was gone and a smile was on her face. A gleam in her eyes all that remained to show his words annoyed her greatly. She merely chuckled a bit. â€œThe narrow minded thinking of a man who spent too much time off the streets.â€ She said in a soft and kind but luke warm tone. She smirked a bit. â€œIt is not a shame...it is a gift. A blessing to those who need hope. To a kid...you give them a penny they think you have given them the ultimate treasure. Give them a toy and they think a miracle happened. Give them more than that and they think angels have blessed them. They get hopes and dreams.â€<br/><br/>She paused for a moment. â€œHelp a homeless mother and her children not go without food. Have clothes and maybe a place to stay at night. You see life return to eyes whose sould were beginning to flicker, dim and finally snuff out. You think me foolish for giving it to those who need it more...I think you a bigger fool for not being of any help to those you KNOW from experience are without aide or help from others. Who do not having that helping hand. That breath of life.â€<br/><br/>She took a breaht. â€œYou will never understand me and I donâ€™t expect you to. The things I gain from what I do make me far, far wealthier in life than you could ever be with vast fortunes and princely heirlooms. Mine...will not go away...like yours. Mine...can not suddenly be taken from me except if death does take one of mine. Even then they live on in my heart and soul. Kept alive within my thoughts. Yours...one small error and all the money...just disappears. Not by theft but by life. In that sense...I will always out wealth you because I have wealth that really matters. Yours is but a passing glance in a greater future.â€<br/><br/>She spoke in a calm but fiery and heart felt tone that was nothing but gentle kindness even with slightly scolding or scoffing words said with angels grace.<br/><br/>She looked at him. â€œIf I could have a roof over my head I would offer it to motherâ€™s who have no home and need a place to keep their children healthy and safe.â€ She said rather firmly.<br/><br/>She shook her head as she listened to him. â€œNot always...not everywhere. You were dealt a raw hand but that does not mean it is all everyone for yourself. Maybe in other countries which can be like other worlds...here...here family is just that. Yeah there is a bit of dog eat dog but...you know nothing of what happens behind the scenes.â€ She said firmly yet kindly. The smile never left her face and her eyes held a masking warmth. She narrowed her eyes at him. â€œNo...a hardened heart is a weak heart for it no longer lives or feel warmth. It hides in a sheltering cold that holds no place for others or even your own soul. A hardened heart is just someone who exists but does not live any longer.â€<br/><br/>SHe looked out the window. â€œA heart of warmth and love is not weak...it is the strongest of them all. For anything worth having or living for...you must take risks. You must fight for what you believe. You must fight for having something that is really worth having. A hardened heart is not brave or strong...it is cowardly and weak. Fearing the what ifs instead of living and protecting the what is.â€ She looked at him. â€œThat is why I will always be stronger and wealthier and more fulfilled than you Aenaes...because I am not afraid to take that risk. To take on the world to protect things I let in and love. Yes...there is risk and enemy could use that against you smiling the whole time...but everything worth having holds a risk.â€<br/><br/>She looked out the window. â€œYour love is your wealth and life you have built yourself. You would be a fool Aenaes to believe that just because it is not love of another that you could not be stabbed with pain just the same as I could. You see...love for a person in one whose heart is warm...is the same but greater than love you have in your hardened heart for this life of wealth and success you weaved for yourself. Yet...someone takes it away. They stab your love in the heart figuratively...smiling all the while while youâ€¦â€ She looked at him. â€œ...you are truly left with nothing but an empty heart and a naked house. What will you do then Aeneas? If you lost that which you love yet have nothing else but that which was lost? Youâ€™d be lost...and alone. No warmth or comfort.â€<br/><br/>She smiled though her words were stern. â€œI am stronger than you because I take those risks. I let love into my heart. Yes an enemy could stab someone I love in the heart and smile the whole time yet...I would fight for them. Try to help them. If I lose them I still hold their love and memory. Use it to strengthen me. Yes...I lost them. Yes...it hurt. Yet I can never truly lose them as I still hold them in heart, mind and soul. My wealth is ever lasting...yours is but passing. My strength...though its body may die will never falter or fade away. That is...a huge difference between you and I.â€<br/><br/>She looked at him dead on and leaned in when he leaned forwards. â€œIf you are trying to intimidate me Aenaes you are doing an extremely horrible job at it.â€ She said with sugary sweetness and a serious expression. She looked at him. â€œThen why waste your money on an auction you probably werenâ€™t in to bid on or donate to charity?â€ She challenged with a smile. â€œYou did not intend to be but you were. By your own doing.â€ She said with a sly and playful smirk. â€œNobody forced you to start bidding against grandma...you did it all on your own. There was no glint of metal from the shadows indicating someone holding a gun to your head.â€ She said with a sweet and impish smile.<br/><br/>She looked at him. â€œYou have such a dark outlook on life. You donâ€™t have to demean others just because you started out life dealt a shitty hand. Instead of darkening life you need to let it make you stronger...to grow and learn from it. Not wither away and harden to the world.â€ She said in a soft and sad tone. Shaking her head. â€œNo. You merely make comments that off handedly try to do such a thing. Intentional or not the fact you insist on commenting on my decisions indicates subconscious desire to change what you feel is stupid.â€ She looked at him with a smile yet serious look. â€œIf anyone needs to change Aenaes it would be people like you who have given up on life. Not people like me who refuse to bow down and break just because life may be fucked up or down and dirty. People like me give people like who you once upon a time were...hope and will to go on and live...not just exist.â€<br/><br/>She smiled a bit. â€œYou donâ€™t have to believe in a religion to believe there might be more out there than the here an now.â€ She shrugged a bit. â€œI dunno...I know Iâ€™m not human. So if Iâ€™m not human yet only humans are supposed to exist...who am I to say whether there is or is not an after death? Even if it isnâ€™t religion based.â€<br/><br/>She looked at him and giggled. â€œYes...amusing. I wonder how long until you try to throw me through a window and I go cat woman on your ass.â€ She said. Giggling a lot as she got out of the limo when it stopped. Let him ponder what she meant by that. She looked at him. â€œBe back in just a few minutes to begin my week long trail which shall make me stronger.â€ She said. Giggling and was off and gone before you could do more than blink. She was already halfway down the road. Ten minutes later she was making her way back. Looking ready to pass out. SHe had drained herself. She climbed into the limo seat facing Aenaes and curled up. Starting to fall asleep. â€œAll doneâ€¦.imma nap.â€ She said in a trailing off voice.