A slight shiver went through Makoda as the Shadow Walker whispered in her ear. He was affecting her strangely again. She kept still as his hand rested on her hip, and she listened to his words. Another, stronger tremor went through her as he again bit her neck, softer than last time, but equally affective. Though she still didn’t understand why she reacted as she did to his touch, this time she didn’t allow the confusion to interfere.<br/><br/>When he finished speaking, she twisted her torso slightly so she could face him and opened her eyes. Still devoid of emotion, they roamed over his face as if she were memorizing every bit of it. Her hand came up and gently grabbed a lock of his hair to play with. It was as if her mind was recording everything about him she could, storing it away for later viewing.<br/><br/>Finally her eyes came to a stop, meeting his own. “I am who I am. I do not hate myself any more than I hate the Scorpion for who he is. Yes, it is lonely being different, and sometimes I wish I could find one person, just one, who understood.” Never taking her emotionless eyes away from his, her hand left his hair and started lightly tracing the glyphs on his face. “Even you, Shadow Walker, do not understand. You think you do…”<br/><br/>A brief flash of sadness crossed her eyes before they went back to their lack of emotion. “I see you as friend, but I know you will never see me as such. Your Darkness will not allow you to. It is a weakness It will not tolerate. And therein lies the problem. Your lack of Light leaves you with the inability to have empathy, so you cannot understand.” Her flat voice fell silent. Her hand fell away and she turned back to her original position and closed her eyes once more.<br/>