Don't. Talk. About. Her.

“My mother hums a haunting melody, one that I think she made up. She used to sin…”

“How long did you resist?” asks Uriel. “Did you push her away? Did you tell her …”

“I stick to Raffe as close as I can manage without having to explain why I'm hug…”

“He kisses me with the disposition of a dying man who believes the magic of eter…”