[ Her skin feels especially warm where she's held, the cool touch as soothing for her nerves as ever. Her hand shifts just enough for her thumb to brush back against his palm. ]

I have wondered the same... What am I now without my God? Without my soul?

[ The difference being that she threw them away, when he would keep to his proper path if he could. ]

Yet we remain. That is all that is left. [ When she looks back up from where his hand had covered hers, the hint of her smile is bittersweet. ] Nothing more than you and I.

[ It can be a terrifying prospect to be forced to know oneself. ]