"You're truly like her... it's somewhat scary, even, how much you two are alike. These were her exact words to me..." the demon said, her voice softer now, almost distant, and I watched as her eyes began to flicker with something deeper—something not quite sorrow, not quite longing, but the kind of emotion that only shows itself when memory and regret bleed into one.
"But no matter how much you compare us," I said slowly, letting my words cut through the heat between us, "the difference is that I'm now a demon… and she died a human. Am I right?"
