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Gallen's last question was serving as a bit of ironic revenge on Richard's mind.
Two facts kept churning through his mind. The first was he had no idea what his serum was, second he had manage to piss Moreau off. The image of his body melting into a slug was something he was having a hard time NOT imagining.

When he caught sight of a thin figure walking down the beach in a rather dazed fashion on awkard legs, Richard hurriedly placed himself in her path, eager for a distraction.

He held his cane in one hand, the tackle box and rod in the other. Although he was oddly wearing a rather disheveled bussiness suit. He smiled as the deer girl appoarched.

Richards eyes were crystal blue looking over his gold rimmed specticles, kind and grandfatherly but with a hint of calculation to them. He head taken her in by the time her eyes had met his. He couldn't quite decide if her form was awkward or elegant. Still she looked somewhat out of it but maybe it was her altered eyes.

"Nice day for a walk." Richard cocked his head to the side slighty, "Are you alright?"

Her speach was... odd. Formal, like it was written and not spoken. He noticed the papers she clutched to her chest. He put down his tackle box to extend a very large and meaty hand to her. "Name's Richard, Richard Harrison. If your looking for fish, to might as well go home."

At her trace of a smile Richard noticed the scars on her cheek.

Richard shook the hand gently, almost completely enveloping it within his own, her wrist looked fragile.

Again, she was so formal. She seemed distant to Richard. It was understandable but it also presented a challenge to Richard, presistance was key. He moved so that she pass by.

Well Richard could be... poetic too.

"If not for the water's bounty then what do you search for among the sands?" Richard face was a clever grin, slightly mischevious.

Richard bent down to retrieve the fishing gear before walking with Emerwyn.

Again a riddle? Was the transformation altering her though patterns into something that was nonsensical or was the deer woman just a strange cookie?

Who was she trying to forgive? Moreau?

"It is pointless to forgive the Ivory Tower. for the white man's eye's are blind to his own actions."

Richard thought it was some what clever.

Richard raised an eyebrow at that. He was silent for a moment while he constructed a response. He high;y doubted this girl was capable of actions worse than Moreau's.

"This Lady that walks besides me while dazzled slightly, seems too white to harbor such darklings. Speak to this grey man and he shall listen."

"one truth that was ever constant?" Damn she'd lost him. Thinking well lets look at her, She's young and thought her problem was greater than Moreau's... Love... of course. Betray one truth that was never constant. Two men? Falling in and out of love with two men. Now she stuck in the middle.

Sigh... he was never very good at love.

Lets see though... stick to metaphor or just say it. Hearts heal right? Erica... Richard thought of the rings around his neck, he would have grasped them but both of his hands were full. Richard stops. Love was not a game.

He speaks with gravity. "Love is not simple nor is it fair or right. Sometimes it fades over time other times it grows brighter than the sun." Turns to her, his eyes full of memories. "Anything you feel now is not truely scarring and time will heal any wounds you think you've inflicted both on yourself and others. It only after years of true dependence on one another does it really grow. When you know each other completely and totally only then is it something you find in a story book." Richard's word, though somewhat jumbled, reek of both honest and hurt. Ten years later, the wound was still fresh in Richard's heart.

He closes his eyes and starts the process of shutting all the doors he had just opened.