Merlin's beard on a bloody stick, this was not a conversation she wanted to have here. Studying his stare for a moment, Daphne found herself clenching her jaw tightly. "Because it is my gift to hide. I can control it, I can make it, I can form it, I can shape it into what I want it to be. I can make it beautiful, I can make it ugly. If I can play God, why should I have to share that power?"
Falling silent for a moment, Daphne's gaze broke away from him to study the crowd and how they seemed to be genuinely enjoying themselves, "If you found the power to make something so beautiful and also have the power to destroy it, would you share it?" Glancing back at Theodore, a finely sculpted brow arched. There was a method to Daphne's madness, while it might have seemed so trivial to others, in her mind it meant the world. She didn't expect Theodore to understand, she didn't expect anyone to understand.