“Perhaps ….” She doesn’t mean to sigh at him so heavily, idly hand pushing her hair out of her face as she watches him. She hated it, sometimes. How he never really answered her questions. Or how – when he did – the answers never really seemed complete. Or too convenient. “Ky, you’re not – obligated to care, just because I do. That wouldn’t be fair, on my part.”

      _{He cared, he really did, but deep down he knew it was a mistake. She was means to an end;  to obtain the house, get what he wanted, and possibly trigger an apocalypse of some kind. It would have been so easy just to dispose of her before he started developing them, but now? now, he had trouble doing just that.”Would it?” He asked, his right hand moving to run through her hair. “It doesn’t seem… too far of a stretch to at least try…. even for me.”}