The door creaks
My eyes open
I look up
And smile softly
You sit
And we begin another round
Of let's pretend
We talk of the Alliance
Of SD-6
Of Sloane's whereabouts
Of Sydney.
We dodge
We parry
We probe
And we retreat
I feel you near me
And myself softening
It's unnerving
You've abandoned contempt
In favor of polite interest
They're both just masks
I wonder if you can see through mine?
If not-
My own fault
Everything, my fault
But this-
This one thing that could never be taken from me-
Is this your fault
Or mine
Or both?
That I can't forget
And you're still alone
And we're sitting here?
I wonder why you come here?
I think you probably do, too.
But you come anyway.
And I'm glad.