"Calidain?" He asks.

"Mm?" I feel him press his head against my chest.

"What was it like?" He asks.

"What was what like?" I run my hand down his hair.

"The ritual?" He asks.

I let out a breath. I remember the screams. I remember them tearing through my ears. It sounded like death. It sounded like fear itself. I remember what I did. I don't know if it was my fault or not.

"Calidain?" He asks.

"I... I did some bad things." I admit.

"And how is that different than anyone here?" He asks.

"Really bad things." I say.

"No bad thing would ever turn me off from you." He looks at me.

"I should hope not." I move my hand down his back.

He presses his lips against my chest. I look up at the sky. Part of me was screaming out at me. Why am I doing this? I'm an immortal. I thought... I made a choice never to embrace feelings of joy again. It was all pointless. I have been stuck in a void for centuries. I've wasted my life because why do I care? It won't end. I wonder if it'll ever end. But... in the meantime this is a good way to spend my remaining years if it's true. 

"Your mark here, does it hurt?" He asks.

"No one has asked me that in a few centuries." I say.

"Well, I'm glad to remind you." He smiles.

"Yes. I suppose it does still burn." I sit up.

"Oh, I didn't know." He says.

"How could you?" I put my hand on his cheek.

He takes it.

"It's better if you don't know about me Vaxy." I press my lips against him just to shut him up.