“Ashrah.”
“Yes, Colette?”
“Your hands... are too hot. They burn me when I want to take them in mine.”
“I am sorry. It's because of my origins.”
“I find it hard to believe you used to be a demon.”
“I still am until I obtain absolution.”
“Hmmm. Ashrah? I want to help you.”
“That's not necessary.”
“But we're friends, aren't we?”
“Ha ha! More than just friends.”
“Then why can't I help you?”
“Because the path to absolution is paved with danger, blood, evil life to destroy, to kill. I don't want your hands covered in their blood.”
“Oh, Ashrah!”
“Colette? Why are you crying all of a sudden?”
“I'm crying for those you're going to kill.”
“Don't shed tears for them. They are monsters.”
“Then I cry for you, Ashrah. If you ever die, I...”
“Don't think about that. Come on, let's get something to eat.”
“All right.”