( Wrath knows what she must mean with that How? It does not sound like any story of love ever told in books, does it? Then again they were never the heroes of any story - only two immortal beings in Hell who found love together against every impossible odd set against them, including her very purpose in meeting him to be a betrayal.

It is strange and beautiful she knows the truth now - painful too. He can hear the pain in her voice, feel it more starkly through their connection. )

We were both different then.

( When they met, they were both crueler, more terrible beings who had not truly known love before - not in the way they found it with one another. He knows it is even more difficult for her to understand with so many of her mortal memories still at the forefront.

How could two terrible beings fall in love with one another? Wrath did not believe himself capable of love when they met. He takes a step closer to her, but does not ask her to turn before she is ready to. )

Emilia.

We changed one another. ( Now that she remembers this much, the curse does not lock his voice from speaking of this. ) You told me the truth the same evening we professed our true feelings. ( His jaw locks, working through that moment again now that his memory has not been so twisted. It was the same evening she disappeared right in front of him after those words were out. His hand flexes at his side. )