She listened to him carefully, her expression intense. What he was saying, it was...beautiful. And felt completely true, somewhere in her bones. There was a price. There had been for every single thing Celeste had ever wanted to do. The brunette was used to that, surely. Ready to turn out her pockets. Could even picture, clearly, the day that she would. But sometimes it was almost easy to forget why she wanted that. A painfully sunny day on the beach, tasting salt on her lips. A really good kiss with someone halfway decent to be around.
Was that weakness? Maybe it was.
"I don't know...maybe no one." Celeste shook her head slowly. "It doesn't really matter. If you want to hurt, someone will make themself available."