Ludovica halted. "What's wrong? Why'd you stop?"
She paused, frowning.
"You didn't lose her scent, did you? No, no. I don't think you did. D*mmit, if only I could talk to you, I--..." She bit her lip. "Is it something you're smelling?"
She paused again.
"She's not with someone else, is she? She couldn't be. That's impossible."
"I honestly don't care," Life admitted, careful not to sigh so close to his ear. "Talk about it all you want. Whether I like it or not, I'm sure that's going to be the main topic in every conversation I have now."
She glanced over her shoulder again, just in case. No one was there. Perhaps it was just all in her head.
"It's--honestly, it's refreshing to talk to someone who actually gets it," she said, a mix of disbelief and elation still flowing through her. "Even now, in this moment, I'm still doubting you do. Not that I'm doubting your understanding, I just--I guess part of me still thinks I'm all alone. That this is a trick. But if it was, you would've taken my soul already, so..."
Life shrugged.
"I don't really know how to feel anymore, to be honest. I've spent too many centuries wandering aimlessly that I almost lost sight of everything, if that makes any sense. It probably doesn't. Sorry. I'm getting carried away. I should just stop talking."
Kevin.
It had only taken a moment for Kayin to realize he was talking to his mother, and that confirmed it.
You can't even remember my name.
"Kayin," he muttered, the pep in his step suddenly gone. He didn't know why he was surprised. This was normal--this was something he accepted as reality a long time ago. Or did he really accept it? "What are you doing here, mother?"