Act I. Scene VI

AGAPE

"Wait...", the hand of Agape extended, but soon returned to be close to the body itself "This is not true, this...", I was trying to choose very well the words that would let out, that would say to that being with opaque eyes and false smiles, "I..."

"You don’t have to work so hard to speak," a weak arch, one that resembled everyone else was painted on that tanned face, "you may not even know now, Agape Lisianto..., but at some point, you’ll realize there’s something in me, you want."

Anything you’d like.

She kept thinking, pondering her little pale head.

What would you want with him? What would I wish I had of that being, with the dull look and an aura that only demonstrated and confirmed by itself that I had lost everything?

I didn’t get it.

He did not understand how anyone saw something there to take away, to have Cale Lestrad; not when she saw in him... someone who should receive.

Receive.

That soul didn’t seem to know