Makoda closed her eyes at his touch. Still, his touch could affect her, though this time not so strangely. “No. It is ok. There is no need for you to apologize, or explain.” She didn’t move away from him, she didn’t even look at him, keeping her eyes closed. She let out a weary sigh. “I am different. I have always felt this. And I do not mean in parentage and looks. I think differently, I see differently. I react differently. My Uncle says I do not have the good sense to fear like<em>normal</em>people do.” Her stress on the word normal only underlined her difference, and that she thought her Uncle even saw her such. “And I do not. I have yet to find anything to actually be afraid of. I have met Demons and Devils, Death, several times. A few he tried to take me but could not. I have met creatures so fair and pure, I should have probably burst into flames on the spot. “<br/><br/>She fell silent for a moment and then let out another sigh. “I am different. It is just…. Sometimes…” She fell silent again. Her voice was flat and she was very still. She let the silence grow, not really feeling the energy to fill it. Content to stay like this for as long as possible, burning the memory deep within her brain. It would give her something to look back on later and remember.<br/>