"My whole life," Elizabeth said, opening her eyes and slowly releasing his hand, "I've built up such walls around myself. And then mankind brought me back and made them even stronger and harder for anything to break through." She didn't want that though. Didn't human beings seek comfort in each other when things were hard and lonely? Didn't men and women look for empty pleasure to cull the pain? Why couldn't Elizabeth? Why couldn't she just let go of that Eternal Virgin imagery that had dug sharp claws into her every fiber?
Elizabeth looked up to meet his eye and her voice was soft. "I want you to kiss me, Prometheus."