{He manages to restrain a flinch when she mentions other people. What she would do if she knew that Tybalt had talked him into it...he had no idea, but felt it might be bad for his brother.}

If I can help it, I never want to use it for destruction.

{Her words on passion strike a chord...poetic, almost, and it fit exactly how he felt.}

...A high that you don't realize you're on until it's too late. You have your control slip out of your hands while you aren't looking at it. So you do things you wouldn't otherwise...like there's another person in your mind instead of you.

{He glances at the arm again. It'll be fine in a few more days. His healing confuses him, but it happens.}

...It's already knitting up, I'll just need a few days for it to fully seal.