07-19-2008, 01:54 PM
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The laughter came as a surprise and Hollow wasn't sure what had spawned it. Was she laughing because she now thought him mad? Were the images that he continued to show her each time driving her mad? It would be possible, he supposed, as there was a point in his life where the images of the things that he had done would all come back to haunt him. Guilty conscience, he knew what it was, but after a short time he became dangerously numb to it, to the point that his actions towards other no longer mattered and there was no bit of conscience left in him. He might have considered himself a sociopath were it not for Poe, for the one person who made him believe that he could truly feel something. "I didn't know.." He finally answered, as if there was some amount of sorrow in his voice. Maybe she had been Poe's friend or guardian at some point but, the truth of the matter, Hollow wasn't sorry about it at all. In his head, it was justified, but the thought that he could have some how inadvertently hurt Poe made his stomach twist in to knots. Even worse was the knowledge that he held, the fact that those wouldn't be the last images she would see of the white woman. Those would be saved for another time, though, as Hollow was already to far broken off from those memories and suddenly absorbed in the fact Poe was now here. "You woke up last time we were together." He stated in a moment of silence, unable to force himself to turn and look at her. Perhaps she had realized that she was making a mistake and forced herself awake to stop it all. Hollow wouldn't blame her, wouldn't be surprised. Then again, he had been allowed in her dreams once more, and Hollow knew that she could have fought him out of them if she really wanted to. |