Reaver raised her brow slightly at Bast. "Unless you express your 'love' by chaining the unwilling into slavery or otherwise harming the innocent, I care not." Her fingers played again at the hilt of her blade, a soft, quiet murmur of fear playing from the sheath.<br/><br/>"Insanity is a matter of reasoning with no plausible basis. Were I to think it brilliant to thrust knives into me because I thought candy would flow out of the wounds, I would be insane. If I saw the possibility for redemption in my enemies that conflicted my doubt, I might spare them."<br/><br/>A different sort of grin slipped onto her lips, one of curiosity and intrigue. "Do you see?"