Chance would have wanted to cuddle her until she squeaked. What Zoe failed to realize was that the more she pushed him away the worse she made it on herself. She was only contributing to the boy that she saw now, Greed. She let him be himself. This was made the bridge between them keep crumbling. Sin in it's natural form destroying everything it came in contact with.

"Satan tortured him." Truthfully, those two weeks of brain trauma had done a number on him. He'd cracked. He'd had fears, but instead Lust had revived him bringing back the person Zoe never saw when she used to look at him.

For a moment he came out, but it was in a flash. "You don't look at me anymore..." She saw what she wanted and it was reflected back.