Lost Creek Hollow i feel them creep inside

ingram maintains his silence as she continues: stating that it wasn't the fact that it happened but that it happened with his ex-wife that bothered her.

i know who and what she is. he snaps. he knew so much better than anyone; feeling the dark seedlings of that obsession that had plagued him for nearly two years of his life.

he does not wish to argue this with her and it shows in the hard lines of his face. they could argue about his ex until the sun ceased burning ... and perhaps they would.

the idea exhausts ingram.

i asked you first. he refuses to set out what he desired without hearing what she wanted him from. he hadn't asked in direct words, but he thought his question had been pretty clear cut. he assumes she is deflecting.

his ear twitches and scarred muzzle lifts slightly.

she will always hunt me, you know. he says; quietly. a soft admittance to what he knows in the marrow of his bones. they were two deadly sins, two plagues that orbited one another. this was his truth and there was no sense in pretending otherwise. if that bothers you, if you cannot live with that ...—

a dreaded pausing hanging like the tip of a sword overhead.

then perhaps we should part ways.