Lust Has Less Logic Than Love, Sometimes,

"i Was Just Offered A Contract On Your Life, For Enough Money To Make It Worth My While." It Was My Turn To Be Quiet. "did You Take It?" "would I Be Calling You If I Had?" "maybe," I Said. He Laughed. "true, But I'm Not Going To Take It." "why Not?" "friendship." "try Again," I Said. "i Figure I'll Get To Kill More People Guarding You. If I Take The Contract, I Only Get To Kill You." "comforting."

Still It Might Be Nice, Once In A While, Not To Have To Choose Between Evils. Just Once, Couldn't I Choose The Lesser Good?

All I Really Wanted To Do Was Cuddle Back Under The Blankets, Maybe With A Certain Stuffed Toy Penguin I Knew. Yeah, Hiding Sounded Good.

I So Wanted Out Of This Conversation, But It Was Like A Car Accident: Once You Started Spinning, You Could Only Wait And See What You Hit.

His Parting Shot To Me Had Been, "i Don't Want To Love Someone Who Is More At Home With The Monsters Than I Am." What Do You Say To That? What Can You Say? Damned If I Know. They Say Love Conquers Everything. They Lie.