He started to walk towards where the sun began to set over the forest. "Funny...how the two of us met." Valentine peered to his right, seeing Amelia close her eyes. "I also wonder...if this is the feeling when two friends meet...a feeling of trust. Usually it would take a torture device to get this stuff out of me, but it is odd...with friends, I guess I can talk about it."
The old teenager shrugged and quickly smiled. "Then again, the reason why I don't have any friends, save yourself, is because of some of the fits I throw. When my emotions go out of wack, so does my power, either they fade...or they go berserk."