Lust nodded. That was it exactly, there was no controlling the thoughts at night. During the day they'd sometimes come upon her, but they were easy to push away and ignore. At night in bed, it was as though her own mind turned against her no matter how she tried to structure her thoughts.

When he reached for her hand, Lust's fingers turned to hold onto his. Physical comfort was a double edged sword, she craved it and wanted it desperately but still shied away from it in so many cases. It was worse with Scar, who's comfort she wanted most but who was most cautious of even mild physical contact.

"I try and think of other things, but it doesn't matter. I can only hold them for a few moments."