Camael found herself staring out into the city from that rooftop again. If she really wanted to not be found, she knew she should have chosen another place. Maybe she wanted to be found. No, that couldn't be the case. It would be [i]sinful[/i] for her to think that. This rooftop was just a familiar scene. That's right. It was something familiar, and after all that happened, she needed familiarity.

Her eyes slipped shut and a lone tear made its way down her cheek. "Forgive me, my Lord," she whispered into the wind. "I let the temptation that surrounds this city get through to me. I am tainted."

And yet, she could still taste him on her lips and it caused her to shiver.

She disgusted herself.