"I have not sorted through the clothing but I love the dresses I have seen so far. I must say that you have good taste. As for Sylvie… it bothers me a little bit but she is one of my people and I will trust that both of you. I do not want to doubt the two of you when you both are doing what you can to help me. I know that the past is out of my control and if you had your memories I am sure that you would not have done something that would go against how you feel. I may not know everything but what I can feel from the memories is how you wanted to control me. I was the only one on your mind." Yuki looked down at him and waited to see if he would admit it.
“She was darkness and he was darkness and there had never been anything before this time, only darkness and his lips upon her. She tried to speak and his mouth was over hers again. Suddenly she had a wild thrill such as she had never known; joy, fear, madness, excitement, surrender to arms that were too strong, lips too bruising, fate that moved too fast.”
― Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind