[ She frowns, peering up at him through her dark lashes. ]

Oh, but tell me how you really feel, dear.

[ Briefly, she remembered idle chatter that Solus liked theater. She was not the least bit surprised, with how he seemed just at home monologuing. It wasn't a terrible thing - Allumette would never admit that she liked his voice, it was probably right along with his cheekbones as her favorite thing (and now she knew why she had a favorite thing of who had been no one but an enemy before now.) But really... ]

Are you really so certain there can't be a -

[ She doesn't even realize her slip earlier (dear?) before spots return to her eyes and the strain of light against her soul pressures against her chest. She lets out a pained whine as she loses her step, briefly clutching to him as she tries to catch her breath. Her ears pin back, and it takes several seconds before she even manages to truly breathe. She'd been clever enough to hide most of the pain from the Scions - wouldn't do to have them worry - but she hadn't anticipated this. Dazed, she tried to right herself, shaky on her feet. ]

... sorry. As... as I was saying, you can't be so fatalistic.