Rinoa knelt, opening the bag of treats in order to -- okay, Angelo was just going to shove her face in there if Rinoa opened it. That was okay. They were for her. She could eat right out of the bag.

"Wh ..." She took a deep breath and tried again. "What am I s-s-supposed to do now?"

She cleared her throat. "I mean, you're ... and I'm ..."

He had called his love for her weakness. So it didn't matter if she was wrong, that he'd never loved her to start. He was going to be done with it now.

Everything was different, now. She wasn't sure who she was.

She could feel her wings folding themselves away, behind her, and didn't know how she felt about that.