Had enough?" he asked, smiling at Helen's brazen admiration of his looks."Not yet," she said, a matching smile breaking across her face."Good.

It's not our talents that make us safe or dangerous, it's our choices.

Ach, Hector, unser freundlicher Neandertaler." - Helen Hamilton

Orion smiled and leaned back against the wall, letting his gaze drift down in thought. Helen stared at him for a few moments, just enjoying his company and the fact that he was there with her. No. Better than that. He was there for her.

Komm, Prinzessin, wir sehen nach, ob der Laden deines Vaters noch steht.

Perhaps it wasn't beating because it had broken clean through and stopped

Exactly. So, what can't you take? Decide which of the two options is harder, and do the other. That way, no matter how hard your choice turns out to be, at least you can find comfort in knowing you're avoiding something even worse.

Just so you know? Just so we're clear. I care about you, too. And if this hug is all I can have, I'd prefer it over anything else from anyone else.

Aha. Und deine Klamotten konnten das liebeskranke Gezicke nicht mehr hören und sind deshalb von deinem Körper gehüpft und weggerannt?