"Just tell me if your soul's alright. OKAY? IS IT SO HARD? Why can't you do that?!" Reol'ran hissed. "You could have just said it and I wouldn't have been tearing my hair out! I hate you!"
"Well, you are not cute when you doubt me."
"I don't want to be cute!"
"Say I love you and that you want a kiss, and I won't do it next time."
"Go play that trick on your scientist." She said, rubbing her forehead. "You twatfaced brat."
"Say it."
"Get lost!"
"Say it. I was clever this time. I didn't even have to reveal Clown's Circus. Didn't need to eat the Armor without any prep either."
"You could have told me instead of keeping me in the dark!"
"Say it and I will tell you next time when I am doing something you can't predict."
Reol'ran stayed silent for a while. She was still pissed, and not at all truly calm. That battle had lasting consequences on Mark. But it was true. He couldn't have avoided the soul attack, and what he did was indeed the cleverest choice.
