A cat like smile slid over Galina’s lips, taking his rebuttal as acquiescence of her argument. However intwined Ishmael thought he had become here he’d never truly belong. For he belonged of a different time, a different age.

“I fancy we are.” She agreed with a nod. They had been humans after all. Once a long time ago. But the humans had not been creatures such as Galina and Ishmael. They could not understand what it was like to watch all you had once known turn to dust and distant memory. To feel the desire to welch a never ending thirst, to know that they could easily take all that was dear to a human and watch it drain from their very body.

The sudden change in conversation caught Galina for a moment and she tilted her head to look at him. “Of course.” The truth slid cooly over her lips. There was a reason she left the memories buried deep within, a reason she held herself from the humans as she did. She could admire the strings woven into the fabric that way without seeing the fineness of a fabric she could never have. “But I am not foolish enough to believe I might have it again.” not now anyway. Her voice was calm as she looked over Ishmael a decision in the past built upon her own desire to be human again haunting her in his very being.