“Which part?” He asked calmly, despite the anger boiling in his own veins. It would have been so easy to give in to it, like he always had, but that way lead him only to pain and darkness.

“That I brought you back? That I died to do it? Or that you kissed me?” He said, ignoring the tremor in his voice. “That I was finished? Complete? And yet I woke in this place, in this purgatory, and the only thing that felt real was you?”

He laughed humorlessly.

“That’s a little dramatic, even for us.”