Because I can't not. Because you wear his face. Because you wore his face and I thought the similarity was the only thing, the only thread tugging. Because I was attracted and arrogant, and didn't notice when I stopped being attracted and began feeling. Because I am old and you are older, and when we're in the same room it's like being a child, like when my father took my hand and said goodbye. Because you are not mortal, are nothing like mortal, and yet are the most frustrating man I know. Because I've dared the King of Hell--for you. Because I've scolded and feared and scolded and was disappointed, and still opened my door. Because you are the most powerful being I've ever met. Because you are the saddest being I've ever met.
Because I can't not.
But to say any of what she thought would be a confession, and Sato was a creature of dreams and luck and portents--not truth, not admittance. It was not in her nature to admit anything or anyone, or grant easy answers.
So she said nothing of what she thought, but only put her hand to his and moved it off her face, kissing his palm in passing. A dry, brief kiss of closed lips and no admission.
"Because everyone is worth a little love. Even those who'd refuse it, always." Her hand left his. "Do not change the subject. You will not fight him. You are human enough that'd be pointless."