"I once thought, that.." [i]Victoria stopped herself from speaking, grabbing Vance's right hand with her own right hand, her pale fingers clutching his as she brought the two palms between herself and Vance, smiling with such a glee that would match a child upon his birthday as she looked up at Vance. It was done with such a softness that she was ironically known for, yet almost desperate, though Victoria held back that longing feeling of need quite well.[/i] "-I had thought that our meeting, and our alliance, was.. merely temporary. Something that I would cast aside. Something that I would forget. ...I didn't, how could I? It was the closest moments to what I once had.. a partnership, a friend.. I couldn't let that go. And the attic.. none of us knew. And yet, with all of my discipline and pretty symbols and medals, I.. I still fell. ...and you showed me true bravery, true.. friendship. No, beyond that.. love. I owe my life to you, Vance, yet I have nothing to give. All I have are words and.. love, which I-" [i]Victoria went quiet, suddenly shrugging as if worried, nervous, and hoping that Vance wouldn't catch on.[/i] "-You get what I mean.. right?"