[She thought about what he had to say and nodded, hating the idea of conceding to the idea. But she believed what he had to say. One couldn't affect free will, but for the things she knew were wrong to do, they could at least not make it so convenient for one to succeed with something less than righteous.

Voile drew in a deep breath, as if attempting to put herself back together, but she seemed to realise that the more aware she became, the more apparent it was that she couldn't go back to being 'innocent' and 'young.' With that wisdom came an aging that perhaps she wasn't ready for.]

My hero. That's what you are, after all. Always looking out for me. I wish I was strong enough, so you would not have to. But I thank you for it all the same.