"We were Tower. We were watched by, directed by, and in some ways owned by the Tower. We are no longer concerned with them. If the aliens are telling the truth, we will eventually find ourselves back in the Tower's control, but..." Niks' hand lifted with his, turning his palm up. "We will not be the same. They would have to unmake us in so many ways. They might; we would return to what we were, and we would be back there. We would not be who are now." Her nose wrinkled. She'd had a point when she started.
"We are not those people, I suppose is what I'm saying. We are new creatures." That sounded much better. The laughter in her voice said she liked what she said.
"Evan, you are going to hurt me. And I will hurt you." The laughter gone; a sad smile settled on her lips and her eyes. "I do not wish it; I would not want to hurt you for all the world, but we are flawed creatures in our perfection." She sighed and shook her head.
"I can't seem to talk around you. I can, but it always comes out either extremely lusty and inappropriate or so very lofty I seem too removed." She carefully set her head against the couch. Slow and deliberate.
"I understand we need to go slow. I do not want to. I want to feel the animal you are," her cheeks grew rosy as she quickly added. "Not in the literal sense. I don't think." She took a beat or two as if deciding. "No.
"Figuratively. I want to know you in all ways, but I will be as patient as I can be." She laughed softly. "The good thing is...we have time. A good deal of it."