<em>"If only you knew, Dys."</em>, he thought to himself seeing the look on her face. A look at he had seen on so many other faced both those that still lived and those that would haunt him until his time here was done.<em>"Pray the Lord helps everyone if they find me again."</em>he continued to think all the while listening to what she had to say.<br/><br/>Setting his untouched mug on the small side table to his left he brings his hands together and lays his chin on them as his elbows dig into the arms of the chair. His thoughts dwell on what she told him about how it would be less for that place if she lingered. Opening his mouth he speaks in his icy cold voice, "Pray tell what you mean by that?", His intrigue was taking the better part of him as he listened to her. His intrigue on this woman, a woman that he knew almost nothing about.