"Attacking someone to drink their blood is rather unique to the Ascended, I believe," Arialla said sharply, pulling her collar back up. "There are many uses for a knife, but fangs are only for one thing."
She knew it wasn't as solid an argument as she'd like, but she forged on anyway. Obviously Adam wanted her to say that she understood his choice, wanted her to sympathize and tell him she would have chosen Ascension over death too. And for half a second Arialla wavered. It wasn't death, exactly, but she knew what it was like to be torn from those you loved -- if the Voice could have sent her home, what wouldn't Arialla have done for that? But instead the Voice had been the agent of her loss, something neither she nor anyone else could ever make right.
"No," Arialla said flatly. "It's not. You should have stayed dead, rather than selling your soul for -- what? Some twisted half-life? Can you even truly say you're alive? What do you have to complete that was worth your immortal soul?"
please don't take my sunshine away
