Una smiled softly. ”Some humans can be trusted – I’ve said this, experienced this for myself. If she has really proven herself to you so…”

”She has… I will have her background investigated at the soonest opportunity of course, but I… I don’t, I can’t bring myself to truly believe that she’s playing me false, no matter how much my better sense tells me I should not be so soon to trust. The way she looks at me, Una, the… the way she responds in my arms… It’s… Humans are more adept at deception than we, it’s true, but I don’t see how even the most cunning or ruthless human could… I simply don’t think it possible to pretend at that so convincingly.” She told her honestly. It was funny – She was only now, having spoken her truth aloud, fully realizing how much conviction she had that the words she’d spoken were true. And, if she were wrong somehow, and Elisa were somehow deceiving her as deeply as that, well, then she would know, finally know for sure that there could be no redeeming value in the human species after all. Then she would be committed.

Una smiled softly, reaching over between them and taking Demona’s hand in hers, looking at their joined hands, then back up into her eyes. ”Then, my dearest friend, you have my full support.” Her words were gentle and Demona could read something like relief in her eyes. Una had never been completely supportive of her stated stance against the human race, let alone the actions she planned to take against them, and Demona could only imagine her friend relieved that perhaps now she would find a reason not to.

She didn’t know if that were true. If she would truly consider forsaking her revenge, even for Elisa… but, a large part of her seemed to want to find out if she could. So… she was going to try. ”I appreciate that.” She told her softly.

Una’s gaze wondered over to Obsidiana, asleep in stone form. ”…I only hope she will see it that way.” She said softly.

Demona looked over to the sleeping woman with regret. She was knelt on one knee, wings draped over her shoulders, looking forwards almost in their direction; her expression solemn and, perhaps a little as though weighed down by her own thoughts. Demona looked away and stood, crossing her arms, holding her elbows. ”She chose to end it between us, not I.” She replied, walking over to the window to look out at the city beyond.