It was strange, in a way. This sort of closeness and contact had always held certain associations for Lust, but none of that is there right now. The way they were standing together, the way Scar's fingers brushed her hair, it was all very intimate but she found no desire for anything more than this. Not an active one. Strange, to be able to discern between the small differences in wants and needs. Like strings on a harpsichord, each one separate but making a whole, sometimes thrumming altogether and sometimes only one or two strings plucked.

That was how it was now. Active romantic feelings without sexual desire, though both always existed quietly in the underparts of her mind. It was surprisingly nice. And for her, this was more meaningful and important and worthy of exploration. She'd rather be held and chastely touched in caring and compassion than anything else.

"I still wish I wouldn't. It doesn't matter, they're all gone now."