Mori had a home quite the same, with animals constantly coming and going, urchins Dinah adopted coming through the carousel of occupancy almost as often. He whispered sweetly to the kitten as he petted her, unbothered by tiny claws. Was it strange to be enjoying this time spent in pain and stress? Mori wasn't sure, but the wax had been ripped off and all that was left was a strangely cool, relieving feeling over the pain. Maybe... Perhaps... It wasn't so bad to be honest...

No, no, a foolish idea. One or two confidantes did not prove that trust could be so easily shared in the rest of life. Jane was an exception. And Derek, were he to return. Mori supposed the Maven would tell the Devil everything. Lovers of their caliber don't keep secrets from each other.

Mori idly stroked Pepper as he thought, breathing slowing.