I don't shed tears for myself, they're for others, long far gone... You could bark insults all day to no avail. -She raised an eyebrow.- You say you're different, yet you both sound the same, condescending. Full of yourself and your own power, drunk off of it. At least that's what i think, in the end you don't know my story, and i know nothing of yours. -A breeze blew across the field, her long black hair blowing in the wind, her eyes looking him up and down, trying to ascertain exactly what this man before her was.- One condition: Tell me something nice, and i shall tell you my name. -A smirk formed on her lips as she eyed him.-