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âI have a lot to ask, how am I supposed to simply choose something? It must be worthwhile to take advantage of your kindness,â she pointed out, head tilted and brain whirring with possibilities. Her eyes drifted to her hand, resting on his cold cheek, and Aliza realized how different they were. How her touch would be too hot to someone else, and how his was damn near too cold. She trailed a hand over his face, feather-light. âDo you miss it? Being human? Not the power, I know you do not miss that - or maybe you do, I am not sure - but the rest of it. Sleeping, and eating, and feeling warm.â Her voice was quiet, knowing that asking about the past was a touchy subject for him. She didnât pretend to understand his motives in the past, or his want for power, and hadnât ever asked about it, so she avoided asking about that. Someday, maybe, but for now she wanted to know if he missed the other things that made him human. The breathing, and the emotions, and the way the world could change so much easier.
He smiled loviingly at Aliza. âYouâre not taking advantage of me.â He studied her actions, wondering what was going through her mind. He could tell when someone was lying, but couldnât hear their thoughts. What a bummer. After hesitating, he nodded. âI miss being human. I do not miss being James Proctor.â Did that answer her question? âAm I too cold for you?â he asked, narrowing his eyes. He felt bad. They could lay in bed together for months but had he been seeping the warmth from her this whole time? Was he hurting her? âI miss the mundanity, yes. Not sleeping has its perks, but I never feel rested. Its always the same. A little... variety would be welcome.â In actuality, this question was a low-ball, quite an easy one. âI think we all take it for granted, what we can or cannot do, no matter what we are. It is only when it is stripped away that we miss what once was. So yes, I miss it. I wish I could love you in the way you need, or crave. But I am what I am.â













