From behind massive, impenetrable, aluminum and glass, Verdun fortifications which were the blue-mirrored sunglasses with silver-colored frames hiding his deep emerald green eyes which had both made the skin of those he despised crawl and had proved to be the greatest betrayer of everything he really felt, which is what deep down he knew was really what simply made him human and not the weakness that caused him all his pain, his voice, barely audible as though he was scared of the truth that was about to whisper its way between his lips and out into the cool summer's breeze to her eagerly waiting ears, managed to work out the simple statement of "You keep me sane by stopping me from being too much the cold, rational machine of logic that lurks just beneath my skin and gives me every other reason to not keep it there" and with that he had failed to really answer the question, which she quietly repeated for him, hoping he would truely answer what her heart knew to be in his this time.