[b]Not wishing to press and dig up something painful she takes initiative and changes the subject once more. It was very strange. She had never felt so uncomfortable and awkward yet felt confident of confide anything with a single person. This feeling began to nag on her psyche.[/b] [i][u]"I used to have a friend as close as family... He was a swordsman too. Though, he wasn't one for fighting... And he talked... Like a miserably written science textbook. But he was..."[/u][/i] [b]Then it clicked. The same quiet attitude, same sarcasm, the same generosity to listen, the same ability to seemingly appear anywhere, the quiet and direct footsteps, the piercing glowing eyes. When she looked at Lance she saw him... Damien. Her greatest friend. If only Lance had the same massive, inhuman grin that Damien always seemed to wear, as if a mask, yet not quite so. Her words trail off as she is absorbed by the blaze of thought.[/b]