"You've never hurt me." His lips thinned to a bitter line for a moment. "At least not like that." He flicked his fingers. "I have been told time and again that I destroy everything I touch. Perhaps that is true, for what else can a chaos god do? Well, that is also a fact within every life. Every time one touches something, there is a danger of destroying it or causing it injury. While for you it can be far more literal, the point still stands. If you do not touch things, yes, you cannot hurt them or be hurt by them. But neither can you be happy."

He tilted his head, looking at her intently he could feel his words having an effect, pushing her toward the point at hand. That internal voice he had gotten along with so well for the most part pushed him as well, driving a frank statement from him he never would have otherwise made. The opportunity to spread was more important than being secretive, for now. "You taught me that, by the way. Because I wanted you so badly, you became more important than my desire for safety."