'Un tristi kor non devrait estrettre relictus seul.'

A sad heart should not be left alone.

***

A purple haze clouds Kiora's thoughts. She feels another's hand guiding her own along the keyboard. Her eyes open to see Santanna lean for a kiss. 

"What the fu**?" Kiora shouts.

She punches his cheek. The old Daemik rubs his face.

"What's wrong?" He asks. Santanna's voice seethes with discontent. "I thought we could connect as before."

Kiora rises. ...