He was the slave of his own precarious hold on sanity.
She was the mother hen that looked out for everyone.
He was constantly in fear of losing control.
She was constantly dealing with the problems of others.
He was the one that dealt with secrets and bloodshed.
She was the one that believed in truth and pacifism.
They were the opposite of each other.
He was the creature that lurked in the darkness.
She was the only source of light in his all encompassing darkness.
And yet, they found comfort in each others arms.
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