He has given her a gift tonight, though she doubts he knows it. Time has no face, no form, nothing to fight against. But in his mocking smile, his toying words, the darkness has given her the one thing she truly needs: an enemy. It is here the battle lines are drawn. The first shot may have been fired back in Villon, when he stole her life along with her soul, but this, this, is the beginning of the war.
