Dark Lord of Passion
Wake got to his feet and shoved his hands into his pockets. He walked over to her and crouched down, his hands still in his pockets. He looked her square in the face with those gleaming green eyes that hid behind them a writhing darkness-and power. He smiled at her, "How? You expect to just come up with an answer just like that? That takes experience," Wake said, "We're not concerned about the how right now. Are we? Just accept how you feel, accept what you want to do, accept your goals, your aspirations, don't hide from them," His expression turned a bit cruel, "I can walk you through this however you like, but we gotta break through this dam you've got built up around your emotions..."
He pulled a hand out of his pocket and took her chin, "Look at me and breathe, let it all out, stop fighting it. Cry, scream, laugh, jump for joy, bite, struggle, find your will to live and stay sane in the very emotions you're so frightened of..." He whispered, "...the Ashlan aren't here to tell you what to do anymore. They can't, can they? We killed all of them down below. I know its scary, and it's going to feel so intense the first time, it'll be overwhelming, almost painful. But it's the only way."
He grabbed her shoulders, "Let it out Aliris! Let it out and take control!" He commanded.
