Arialla? Admit the flaws in her logic -- admit that her hatred might be irrational? Oh, no. Never.
"There's a difference." She remembered that night vividly: her pain and shock, the teeth on her neck ... No mugger could have made her feel that way, no matter what force they used. "A mugger could only take my money. What your family did to me ... You've chipped away at pieces of my soul."
And, speaking of souls: Arialla returned Adam's laugh in a mirthless huff. "So that's what you wanted so badly? To walk and talk and get your dick sucked? That's worth your soul? It doesn't matter if the Voice keeps you in a nice afterlife. She's taken a part of you that you never should have given up. Without it ... you're not even a person anymore."
please don't take my sunshine away
