The purple haired girl felt sorrow well up in her for her friend.  What was it like for him?  Stuck between the worlds of monster and human in a way few could understand.  Did anyone on either side of his heritage really understand him?  She knew she didn’t.  But that was an empathic thing, too.  Her gift was so rare that next to no one really knew what it felt like to do what she could do.  No one really understood how what she’d discovered inside of her had turned a modest and proper girl into the wild hearted adventuring woman she sometimes found burning out of herself.<br/><br/>Kaname stepped up beside Stelian and took his arm.  Her wide, dark eyes—strangely innocent in spite of the company she kept and borderline evil things she did—looked into his and she smiled.  She spoke, hoping he could read her lips, but prepared to conjure another chalk board from ectoplasam.  “Come on, let’s go have some fun.”<br/>