"Do I have competition yet, honey?" Talia asks, her voice like velvet, enveloping you back to her. You both know that your ideals and methods don't match, but also that you keep coming back to her, even now, when she knocked you down and has a sword against your throat, you know she won't stab you. "I was curious if you had already found someone to replace my place in your heart, I see you haven't."