Michael simply listened, with a faint smile of amusement on his lips. She asked a lot of questions, made some assumptions, and then tried to leave... but he wasn't quite ready to -let- her leave... just yet.<br/><br/>"I promise you, Rebecca - I am not crazy," he said, having heard her every word with his very sensitive hearing. "It's about time you -had- some faith in something other than greed. You have so much potential, so much... opportunity, yet you squander it, taking the easy way out. Lies. Theft. And a complete lack of compassion. These things have ruled your life for far too long, Rebecca. Those things need to change."<br/><br/>"It wouldn't -hurt- if you prayed to the Almighty once in awhile, no," he said, answering her other query. "He does listen, whether you believe it or not."<br/><br/>She mentioned having to leave, and Michael tilted his head to the side a bit. "You must get going? Where?" he asked, his brow furrowed in curiosity. Then she made her comment about trust... and hell.<br/><br/>"I would think that by now, you might trust me... at least a little. I did save your life. I brought you here where you could recover comfortably. I have not touched your belongings. Nor did I undress you and have my way with you, as this body wanted me to do," he said, looking down at himself for a moment, then raising his head so that his eyes met hers again, still smiling for the moment.<br/><br/>"And no, they do no treat you better in Hell," he added, his voice dropping slightly, his smile fading. "You might be lured there, but once there, you are trapped... and can never leave. Then... he true horrors begin."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>