Human Radiation
(kind of creepy, ain't it?)
He still felt the contact. The warmth. He had never before held the feeling of it in such low regard.
"I feel warm, don't I?"
"This is the feeling you get when one human touches another, isn't it?"
The sensation of her arms encircling his shoulders still lingered, as did the knowledge that these arms resembled snakes (they twisted and choked, suffocated) closing in, and yet at the same time, he felt that human warmth.
"Allen?" Linali touched his forehead, timidly checking for a fever.
He flinched away from her fingertips (they were warm), apologizing as he realized his folly. "Sorry, it's nothing."
She wasn't convinced, but let it drop.
Allen remembered these conflicting natures, and he remembered her words to him, sadism intermingled with some strange breed of regret.
"You're so kind, Allen."