With gritted teeth, Dorian wiped his eyes and marched up close to her. "It's not pathetic to have emotions, something you'll never understand I bet," he hissed as his face was only inches away from hers. Anger burned in his eyes as he remembered the last time they met; the reaper taking the lives of all of the brothel members he lived with. The painted red rooms were still imprinted in his mind. He gave her a slight shove. "How can you take such pleasure in the death of innocent people," he mumbled softly.<br/>Dorian grabbed his light, which was laying in a pool of blood, and sighed. "I thought I said I never wanted to see you again."