[b]She pulled herself back for a moment, a silently sigh escaping her as she let the tale sink in... Such burden and weight... And she knew there was plenty he had not said. All people omitted words, wether on accident or by choice... But she wouldn't press forward...[/b] [b]She looked down for a moment before her eyes traced back to his mask. Her gaze held there for a moment before she turned back to the man.[/b] [i]"I wonder... Is it your past that pains you...?"[/i] [b]Her voice... Her voice... It was lyrical and soft, like an old hymn that held some kind of authority, like a divine power sheltered and cradled it. And even then, it was barely above a whisper... But it became apparent... This was no child... She was young... But the voice showed that she was hidden under a facade of pure wrappings...[/b] [i]"Or the one who's name you were screaming...? You do not seem happy, Mister."[/i] [b]She mused, intertwining her words like they were rare fabrics to be carefully knit together.[/b]