Oh, it’s definitely not ‘nothing’. It shapes my life. :opens a hand, and flames lick up from the fingertips, red and gold and blue and every other colour: You’re pouring off enough now to fuel an inferno. It’ll start to hurt, soon, if I don’t burn it off or shield you out. :drinks again:
Can you…read them? And you mean to say that the emotion of others burns you?
What a fantastically tragic creature you are.
:raises an eyebrow at him: Oh, /I’m/ tragic? Don’t be absurd. But yes. If I … take in too much, it hurts. Convulsions, actually, not fire. You :looks away: your heart screams pain like it’s the only thing you’ve ever known.
:eyes flicker downward: Please, don’t…:sigh:
I only mean that…to be cursed to carry the weight of others’ sentiment must be quite a burden. I cannot imagine how you can stand it.
You did ask. Don’t ask if you don’t want the answer. :looks at him, hard-eyed: I’m your opposite in some ways, god of lies, born of ice. I’m the daughter of the fire, and I always speak truth.
Emotions don’t scare me. I’ve seen them all, I’ve tasted them all. It only hurts when I try to deny them.
:looks away, drinks again, speaking softly: Is that what this is about, then? You have a … sentiment you need carried?