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Quint didn't say a word as he contemplated what she said.

"You.."

"Are.."

"THE dumbest person on the face of this planet."

His eyes grew wide, knowing that once again, he meddled with death.

"Wow. I..." Laughing, he said that. He wasn't laughing for fun, it was an almost reflex from how close he was to his demise, laughing at his folly of not knowing, or just forgetting, of how dangerous what he did actually was.

"Well...might as well get this out the way..." He got out, sighing at the end.

"Exactly how close was I? I mean, how close was I to getting my energy taken?"

"And, did you like it?" His smile became a sly one, instead of his elated grin that he held before.

Soul smiled to herself as Quint took off with Morrigan in his arms, then leapt off of the lighthouse to follow them. /Stealing hearts is more dangerous than stealing energy, my dear succubus. Do you truly know what you're getting into?/ she thought to herself.

"Well, my dear pseudo-phoenix," Morrigan said, playing off Soul's "dear" remark, "I have been alive for 327 years as a succubus, so I think I know a thing or two more than you about men. Who knows, maybe you can learn something yourself," Morrigan said condescendingly with a smile.

Edit OOC: Sorry, I didn't know that "/" meant she was thinking. Morrigan isn't a mind reader. sweatdrop

New reply: "It's too bad for the others without wings; they'll have to walk back. I'd pity them if I didn't remember just how weak and undeserving most of these humans are."

Gravity around his body starts to change and the sand and water begins floating upwards. A dim light going up and down his body slowly completely olbivious of what he is doing.

Just as Morrigan was about to reach the estate, she spied Caliber walking along the beach with what looked like a grainy mist around him. He was close to the manor, and she had wondered if he had been there the whole time and was just now leaving. She didn't mind either way, of course.

Morrigan waved to Caliber as she continued towards the estate.

"Perhaps you are at least half right... there are some who do not appreciate or deserve their gift of flight, but those who do not have it do not deserve it. If they did, they would have worked to have acquired a means for it, and would therefore deserve it. Effort is not what matters, but results."

Morrigan smiled.

"For example," she continued, "I'm sure you've heard the expression 'It's the thought that counts', implying that it is the effort and not the result that matters. Even in the most favorable circumstances for such a saying to be true, perhaps at a family birthday party for a grandmother, let's suppose her grandson had forgotten to get her a gift. So he runs over to his friend's house and steals a home-made vase that his friend had made for his mother a year earlier. He returns to his house to give it to his grandmother, passing it off as something he had made for her, and his friend's family is left to wonder where the vase went until they forget about it in a few days. A horrible thought, one of theft to avoid shame, leads to a favorable result for the child. The child is now a hero.

"And that, my dear Soul, is what matters."

Phoenix Soul touched landed softly behind Morrigan, sighing softly to herself.

"After so many years, I no longer believe that an agreement can be reached between good and evil over the subject of mankind. It is an unpredictable, varied race that has the capability for both or neither. There are still some that deserve to fly, even if they were not meant to. I will end it with that." She went inside to await the others, propping herself up against a wall and crossing her arms under her chest.