Overture Downs No matter where I sleep

"That he was," Sorin replies, smiling briefly as memories of Viggo flash across his mind. Being taught how to hunt large prey, learning the delicate art of stalking pheasants. Be trained in the arts of war, and being tempered, to fight for honor, for defense or respectful causes. Viggo had insisted on teaching Sorin personally, even though the shadowed male had been young at the time, and Viggo had the responsibility of the whole pack. "Just as Viggo was a second father to me," It was the first time he had confided the name of his mentor in another.

He turned to look at her, surprise written on his face when she spoke of not knowing about strength. Although he did not know her well, she seemed to be one of the strongest characters he had come across. She had to be, if her scars, both on her body and heart, were anything to judge by. "I find it hard to believe you don't, when you posses a great deal of strength. Strength doesn't necessarily mean a strong body. It's more about a strong mind, a strong will."

He sees the question in her gaze, and he freezes at the sight of it. In that one moment, all of his fears come rushing back, and he simply is overwhelmed. He can't speak, can hardly breathe, as he remembers his personal vow to not reveal the weakness of his past. He cannot give it, even to her, for it would give her too great an advantage if she bore him any ill will. He shakes his head rapidly, even as the demon in his mind returns, laughing at his plight.