“Are you flirting or fighting with me right now, Deyanira?” “Neither. I’m simply standing here, willing to face your demons rather than back away and leave you alone with them. I know them as intimately as you do. There’s madness within the darkness you’re hiding, isn’t there?” “Yes,” he said quietly. Fiercely. “And I think it’s you, the way you consume me. You are the darkness.” I shook my head, smiling. “No, Husband. I am the abyss that calls to your shadows, the tempest that matches your storm. We are not mere darkness, we are the symphony of our scars.”
