He looks down at the candy in her hand and something flickers in his eyes. The hardest death he felt in his head was the one made by a blade white with frost. The owner no longer smiling. With fingers that tremble a little more then he would like, he plucks the piece of candy from her hand.

A guard stands very close to him. Ready to take him down should he even attempt to harm anyone in this room. The fact that they even let him near her, shows they had no idea she was even there. And as soon as they do he will be whisked back away to a place where they can monitor him at all times. Just as his mind has been stripped, so has his freedom. Not that being imprisoned is anything new to him.

"I'm not supposed to be in a three car radius of you." Someone is bad at their job.