Great Bear Wilderness Take me to church,

Lorcan’s lips curled into a quiet, almost approving smile, a glint of something wicked and knowing in his eye. Gaze unwavering as he measured her words, absorbing the contradiction laced in every line.

Ah, but there's no rule saying you can't be both, little one. A healer and a harbinger, hands that mend as easily as they ruin. His voice dipped, soft and smooth, a whisper that seemed to coil in the cool evening air. After all, isn’t that the thrill of it? Picking and choosing, deciding who lives and who suffers. He let the words hang, each syllable enunciated with a slow, deliberate ease.

Play God, little shadow. Taste the sweetness of mercy when you desire, and savor the dark thrill when you don't. He straightened, his gaze now alight with something akin to amusement, an almost dangerous fascination. We all have our secrets to keep, after all.