Charity felt lightheaded and each movement of her body seemed to leave a trail of embers behind it, although she was sure it was something only she could see. She clenched her fist, turning it and watching the movement.
"But I'm not just any Virtue," Charity said, tearing her eyes from her hand with some difficulty to look at him instead. "I am the thing that unites man to god, that none can enter the kingdom of heaven without. Without me the other virtues don't mean a thing." Although these were things Charity had always known about her place in the world, they were never ideas she had fully considered in such an arrogant way. She had been incapable of doing that before - .It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. But now it was easy to see. The Virtue of Charity was considered to be the ultimate perfection of the human spirit, the very highest and most noble of all the virtues, and she now saw her superiority to the others of her kind very clearly.
She pressed a finger to his chest, wondering if she could burn through his shirt with this new fire of hers.