"Come on, Skye; it's a simple question. What do you think I would do to the people who took you? Or hurt you?"
Tidas' voice had a coldness to it. Like he'd taken any and all love he felt and locked it away. The Tidas that looked at her now was the one that was let loose on the battlefield to slaughter. It wasn't fear she felt towards him; more like a deep sadness.
For Tidas to have to shut down his emotions to such an extent made Skye's heart want to bleed. She cupped his cheek on instinct, surprising Tidas back to his senses momentarily. As his eyes filled with life again, Skye spoke in a soft tone; "Probably the same thing I'd do, just with a more experienced hand."
