He didn't say anything when she told him her parents were dead, it was clear she didn't want to tell him about it, or anything about herself unless it was about her job. He didn't blame her at all, letting one see your soul, that was dangerous. He knew he had let her see a bit of his soul, but nothing deep, not the scars he had. No, he would never show those to her, or to anyone else for that matter. When she grabbed his wrist and tugged on him, he responded by sitting with her, folding his wings so he could be as close to her as she wanted him to be. His tail wrapped around his own leg, so it wouldn't be in the way of anything. The way she was speaking, she was trying to push him away, a typical response for their kind. He debated with himself, pursue her, or back off a bit. Backing off would simply mean he'd have to close himself off again; surely it's what she would like him to do, not to trust someone like her, even though she had said they needed to stick together. He chuckled internally, she probably thought he was falling for her, that's why he was opening up to her. That was far from the truth. She had simply made him comfortable with how she treated him, like he was a person, not a monstrosity. He didn't care if she was interested in him for [i]other[/i] reasons, she had been the first person to show him kindness since his father left, and he wasn't about to let her push him away like he was nothing.

He unwrapped his tail and let it brush against her own, feeling her scaled finger trail between his snout, [color=lightblue]"You make it sound like I'm looking for love, Drachiathoryx. That's far from the truth. Yes, I was born out of love and raised by two parents with love. But love is simply a human emotion that they came up with to explain their attachments to another living thing. Do I believe in such an emotion? Sure, without a doubt. Does it have a place in my life? No, not at all. Especially in my line of work, love is not something I can afford to have. Besides, such an emotion is dangerous. Letting one that close to you is simply asking for fate to hurt you."[/color] he paused here and took her hand gently from his snout. He didn't let go of it, but he didn't move it anywhere either, [color=lightblue]"I've been watching you for a while since we ran into each other near The Labourer, you keep glancing at my wings, almost as if you want to touch them."[/color] he said, letting one side unfold itself. He shifted himself so her hand was close enough that she just had to move it forward a little to feel it, however, he still held her hand and wouldn't let her touch the unfolded wing. [color=lightblue]"Of course, to allow you to touch it means something, doesn't it?"[/color] he asked. He finally let go of her hand, his wing folding once more, [color=lightblue]"Perhaps one day you will get the chance to touch them, for there is a different meaning behind the action for me. However, I won't allow for just anyone to touch them."[/color] he told her.

He returned to his original position beside her, [color=lightblue]"That said, I realize you said earlier you may never love someone, so you likely will never get to touch my wings. Of course, that's even assuming I'd fall in love with you. Don't misunderstand or get angry, I didn't mean that in a rude way. You are very attractive, without a doubt. However, like you said, we don't really know each other. Hell, even I was a bit foolish to show you some of my soul earlier. However, that said, I can't just let you go, Drachiathoryx. You've made an impression on me, one I will likely never forget. You can try and push me away all you like, but I won't let you do that, you're part of my life now, for better or for worse. I know you're hurting, Drachiathoryx, you don't need to say a single word. It's our nature, it happens to us no matter what we do. Just know that you have someone in this world who'll listen to you whenever you're ready to talk about your past. I won't force you to talk about it, that's your choice and nobody can make it for you."[/color] he told her. He stood from the bench, though he wasn't going to leave, he was simply tightening Destiny's knot a little more. He finally moved over to the cliff and stood there, looking out over the city, [color=lightblue]"You know, I've never been up here before? Lived here my whole life, and I've never seen the city like this."[/color] he said softly with a small smile. He spread his wings out fully, as if he were about to take off, [color=lightblue]"I have to admit one last thing to you, Drachiathoryx, I envy your wings. You can fly. Mine, they're not strong enough, or designed well enough to do such a simple thing. No, my wings are almost useless to me. At most, I can glide downwards. Of course, I can also use them to intimidate someone should I so wish. So they have some use. Just that flying isn't one of them."[/color] he admitted, sighing softly.