[It can all be discussed later. Of course, she doesn't want to, doesn't want to be forced to spill every secret she's bothered to keep since she arrived here, even those very few ones she's managed to maintain, but she doesn't have a choice, not when Mephisto is looking at her like that.

She feels lost in his gaze, in his gentle tone, but maybe that's just the fog of sickness in her head. She doesn't pull away, but she shivers a bit, and she doesn't know whether it's from fever or fear.

Or from those words, those kind, kind words... Her eyes remain locked on his, even as she feels them welling up.]

I won't leave you. Or hide from you. I promise that. I promised we were going to work together to get out, and... and that's the one thing that's been keeping me going some days.

You may be a demon, but you're... you're my savior. My Mephisto.

[Her hands reach out to grip his wrists, tightly, as if frightened he may fly out of her grip.]

Please... please don't leave me either. Don't go where I can't follow.