She stood back up, her legs still quivering, her hair now black and her eyes brown.  She kept her eyes on him, even though she didn't seem to notice the steam.  "You're the one doing this to her, Marcus."  Maybe it was because she was so upset that let her be so mean.  Maybe it was just seeing him penitent that she knew she had to push him further.  She didn't really know, and right now, it hurt too much to really care.  "She cares about you still, just like you do about her.  Love doesn't go away, not even in normal people, which is why marriage is supposed to be forever."<br/><br/>Deep down, she found herself hoping as she said those words that she really did have a soulmate out there somewhere.  It was too hard to believe that she didn't.<br/><br/>"You want to make things up to me, but really, you just want to make it up to her."  She paused for a moment, considering his plea, then offering a bargain.  "I can't do the wings, but if you promise that you'll talk to her, I'll show her with the white hair again.  Then, once you make things up to her and apologize properly, you can see her wings and all when she lets go of all the hatred and darkness that's centered around you."