Erik looked at her. What was she doing? When she looked in his eyes she'd see he was soul shattered. That there was a lifeless void of emotion existance in them. His eyes though beautiful were hollow and lacked even a faint flickering of life. When she sought his soul through his eyes all she would see is the hollow empty void that held the shattered shards and dust pieces of what had once been his soul. He looked away again. "Just the icing on the figurative cake." He said in a hollow almost icy voice. He looked at her. "Someone so young? Yet the bitter embraces start far younger than one would think. Where were hugs and kisses. Nye. All you shall find within that child's eye was whips and blades. The lancing hand and a silver tongue." he trailed off a bit. "I feel very few things anymore. Not but a living shell." He said simply. He ran a hand through his hair. He looked at him. "No." He said simply. He looked at the ceiling again. "I wish for no fame nor fortune. I wish to not be found." he sighed a bit. Shaking his head. "No. You waste your time on emptiness." He said in one of his cold emotionless tones that often got him cold and icy scary guy.