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    "You must be crazy," Lysander hissed.
    "What, do you expect me to run screaming? Throw holy water?" Arden questioned incredulous.
    "It would make more sense.  God, how can you bear to touch me?"
    "I trust you, you make me feel safe, I can't explain it, and I don't really want to.  Just because I touched your arm, geez.  Someone's over sensitive."  Lysander's eyes became dark, she'd better watch her step, he was getting angry.
    "Do you not remember what I've done to you?"
    "Actually, now that you mention it, I don't.  Must've bumped my head."
    "Let me help you then."  Lysander stepped back to her, took her head in his hands and kissed her forehead transfering the memories that he would never want her to see, but she had to understand.  As if his kiss transfered electricity, a shock went under Arden's skin, and then, she saw Josef.

    "Lysander I was right where you are on my 500th.  Just give it a try, how long do they live anyways?  80, 90 years?  That's a blink for us, so just blink." 
The next thing she saw were the tiled walls of the bathroom at work, and herself at the sink.  There is really no way to describe watching yourself being beaten.  It is horrible, yet fascinating.  Arden felt the phantom of pain with each blow, they almost came to fast to watch.  But Lysander's eyes were quicker than her own, and so she did see, but she did not understand.  The way Lysander moved in the memory was not how he moved but it was annoyingly familiar.  She knew she had seen it before, but could not place it.  She came out of the memory in Lysander's arms and laid her head on his chest.  This wasn't the reaction he'd wanted.  Abruptly, and somehow gently at the same time, he pushed her away.  As soon as her reflexes allowed Arden pulled him back and clung to him, needing support.
    "You are crazy," he murmured into her hair.