Shadow Mountain Night Cafe for lonely cynics

"Human nature," Sarah replied. It was keystone to every battle. You could plan, you could try to predict, you could calculate and in the end you met a living being, who surprised you in the most unexpected way. "I have yet to see a person, who would voluntary involve themselves in a pragmatic arrangement of your kind and not hope for more," perhaps, she was not as cynic and nihilistic as she thought she was. The fact that, while she was playing mental chess with Mahler, her mind was not occupied with her own depression, had escaped her.

"A woman does not want to be one of the many, they want to be one of a kind in the eyes of that man. No matter the arrangement - they would ask more sooner or later," even in the most pragmatic and practical woman, a proud, jealous and wrathful goddess lied dormant. And beware of such a creature, whose pride has been wounded. "My point is - ideas about, what people should be, are unstable foundations to build greatness on," she told. "If I were you, I would rather stick to one well-known but tested evil rather than trying to balance three or four or no matter, how many you plan to please," she said.

"But if experiment you wish - I would enjoy watching your progress. Perhaps I am wrong and I may learn something new," she finished with a sly glint in her eyes and then, for the first time in a long time a genuine smile found it's way in her lips and lit up her cold silver eyes.