Tsking, Alecto pushed his hand off her upper thigh, as her hand moved up the front of his shirt and dragged along his neck where her nails once were. Her touch this time wasn't in hopes of mutilating his skin, it was to glide her fingers over the sticky red blood. That was a feeling she hadn't felt in a long time. Blood along her fingers made her purr as her eyes closed briefly just to enjoy the feeling and remember that moment.
Eyes snapped open as she heard what he had to say, "There can never been a new who. The who is dead, the who is gone and can never be replaced." Alecto tossed her black hair over her shoulders as her fingers slowly traced up to his jaw, fingers carefully trailing along his strong boneline. Dark gaze peered directly at him as she remained close against him. So close she could smell the sharp coppery hints coming from his neck... or maybe that was her shop.
"Besides, towards the end, ever He became blind with revenge and lost sight of what the true goal was. Ideas without a leader guarantees success. There's an equal playing field, and no true target when those ideas become something bigger."