And it's hard to hate someone once you understand them.

You smiled then, and your whole face changed with it. It kind of lit up, like there were sunbeams coming from inside you.

Everyone wanted answers I wasn't ready to give.

Who says I'm not Superman?" You were looking at me with one eye closed against the sun. I shrugged "You would have recued me by now if you were Superman." I said quietly. "Who says I haven't?" Anyone would say you haven't.Anyone's just looking at it wrong then." You pushed yourself up a little, onto your elbows."Anyways, I can't steal you and rescue you. That would give me multiple personalities."And you don't have them already?

I made it," you said, gruffly, "for you."You shoved it onto my finger. It was roughly carved, shaped from a lump of something colourful and cold...a ring made entirely from a gemstone. It was beautiful. It glinted emerald greens and blood reds over my skin, and had tiny flecks of gold catching the light. I couldn't stop staring at it."Why?" I asked.You didn't answer that. Instead you touched the ring gently and looked piercingly at me, unsaid questions in your eyes.

I thought you didn't want to let me go.

You won't be able to hurt me, or touch me.

I was surprised at her gentleness, her willingness to give in.

How would she find her herd? How would she find you?