A Heart so Cold

archebold Fear is the price of imagination "Something like that." Archebold mused as he would ease Isla closer so that her arm would be tucked into his own. The darkness masking his grin as he felt the hesitation of her grip and felt the quickening of her pulse. It was sweet, the predictability of humanity. Their reliance on fear as their initial reaction to all things. "Consider it more as an exercise. An attempt to broaden your perspective. You spoke of it being easier to navigate in the light. I beg to differ. Light reveals too much, it's easier to lose focus, become distracted. In the darkness you are forced to focus, become more direct in the path you take from A to B." His thumb gently pressed against her wrist as he chuckled softly as he felt the rush of her pulse. "Is that fear or anxiety I feel? If you are too scared to perhaps learn something new, I can bring the light back. Though I assumed you were someone eager to learn." His voice was that of thoughtful understanding, though there was q hint of a playful tease to his tone as well, as if challenging her desire or capability to learn without boops.