"What?" he snarled at her in a way that was supposed to be scary but came out sounding despairing, " do you think I actually enjoy this? This infatuation of mine? This absolutely horrible need to know that you're okay? To realise that you have the power to hurt me in a way no one has been able to in nearly a thousand years?" She glared at him, shoving him a little.
"Well, stop it then!" she growled back stubbornly, "if caring about me is so much of a nuisance to you, stop it! It doesn't really help either of us!" He laughed in a way that sounded half crazed. If she wasn't in a world that resembled hell, she would have been terrified out of her mind although being terrified seemed like a natural state for her as of now.
"I can't. That's what kills me. God, the fact you can even ask that of me just shows how ignorant you are about the power you hold over me."
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