"He loves you, you know." Priesterin sat down next to a dismayed Assassin, her soft sobs

briefly interrupted upon hearing his claim.

"He...He does?" Analia rose her head to face the priest. "But...but he's the enemy, how

can...how..."

"I've looked into his heart, just like I have yours. And it's there. It's there and I know

how to make him see it." He places a hand gently to the assassin's cheek. "Bring him to me,

Analia. Dead or alive, it doesn't matter. Bring him to me, and I'll make him see. You two

could be together. Happy and together."

"Togeth- thank you, thank you, Sir." Analia embraced Priesterin, the cheery smile and

giggles covering the subtle insanity. All Priesterin could do was smile back. After all,

it is a good thing when a pawn is willing to be used.