Older Dior

　　Love makes us weak and brings us down to our knees, but the lack of it is worse—loneliness makes us do scary things, Alice, and if there is any emotion stronger than hate and love combined, its possessiveness, the seed growing within me.

　　"I'm sorry," I drag a cold hand over Alice's face, closing her eyelids. I mull over my following words before speaking them, despite knowing the witch put into trance can't possibly hear me from her mental prison. ...