Barrow Fields und sahn sich nur noch zuweilen im Traum;

dark, She whispers. Dark before, and dark after. It was reassuring to think that after all he had done, good and bad, there was no divine punishment. Just Dark. 
He absorbes the words, a comfortable silence between them. He thinks of Awenfen...wonders if she ever found Reiko, if Hime would be brought to heel. It was no longer his concern, since joining the Fae, but still...she deserved happiness...if maybe not with him. 
And did he deserve happiness? Would he ever obtain it? 
He turned to the spectre beside him, surreptitiously admiring her beauty, and for some reason all of his usual suave approaches died at the end of his tongue. 
"Please don't take this the wrong way," he approached, desperately not wanting her to think he was some arrogant pervert. "But you are absolutely beautiful in the moonlight like this."  He still didn't even know her name.