Nix slowly approached and sat on the edge of the bed, pulling Evangeline into his embrace. He clung to her like a vine, a dark fragrance wafting around him. His deep violet eyes held a faint glimmer of madness as he bit down on her neck. "…Don't go."
Evangeline leaned on his shoulder and said calmly, "You have to understand, whether I go or not isn't up to me."
'After all, in the Bureau's long history, there has never been a truly free Task Taker. The organization grants you all sorts of abilities—not so you can remain in a minor world and die of old age.'
'The manpower, resources, and finances required to train a top-tier agent are far beyond imagination.'
'Similarly, she was not the type of person to abandon her identity and her future for the sake of a man. If staying here meant she would have to watch time mercilessly march on, watch them die one by one, and then face a long, lonely decline into old age and death, she would rather leave. That was not the life she wanted.'
