Deillion let out a sob as more tears trickled down from his sightless eyes, and he screwed them shut, scrabbling about for his bandage.

Midona found Deillion's bandage and tied it around his head, sighing.

"I'm an ass for this, aren't I?"

~

"Why the hell did you follow me?" Seth snapped, turning to glare at Cerise.

"Sh*t, kid, would you calm the hell down already?" Cerise sighed, "I'm the one whose trying to help you here, okay?"

"Why?"

"Because, alright?" Cerise sighed, wringing her hands. I so need a f8cking cigarette right now.

"Because I of all people know what a b*tch it can be to love her, okay?"

Deillion's little body trembled in relief as the bandage was secured over his eyes.

"N-no. He needs to know he can't become one. He c-can't."

Terry sighed, and crouched down beside the boy,

"Deillion. You shouldn't have took your bandage off."

"I needed to, D-Daddy. He n-needed to see what they d-did, what they're all c-capable of."

"I didn't mean that." Midona ran a hand through her hair absently, "I mean us in general. Mortals aren't meant to love faeries. I mean, it's what we've done since time immemorial, but then, people have died needlessly since time immemoial, as well. It doesnt make either any less wrong."

"Sis, no offense, but you're being a moron." Iblis had always been one to say what he meant, however blunt that may have been, "You kept me and Ash safe when Elissa and her braindead minions wanted us dead. You ruled over a court not-yours. You're a good person, of you weren't too much of an asshole to admit it."

Midona hesitated, then sighed.

"There's a lot you don't know about me, little brother."

~

"Her?" Seth blinked wide blue-grey eyes in confusion, "You mean Midona, right? You and her were something...more."

Cerise laughed softly, "You could say that, but that's not the point. Look, what Aine said...that ain't strictly true. There is one capeable of making you not-mortal, but I won't take you to her. I know Namine there would be a price. The way I see it, you have two choices- go back to your old life, or try to make the best of it."

"But...I don't...I can't even see them, Cerise. It's not-"

"Unusual. Almost all mortals have that limitation."

"It's not fair."

Terry sighed, and picked Deillion back up. "Midona, when have we ever done what we are supposed to? I am not supposed to care for Deillion, and yet I do. I am supposed to not love Blake, and yet I do." He glanced at the young man. "Sometimes, doing what we're not supposed to is worth the pain."