For all that she keeps calling him a liar, she knows what he says to be true. He would not stand in her way. If anything did, she would have to remove it through any means necessary to fulfill the vow she made to the sister she loves.

A vow she made long before she met him.

When she first met him, he seemed so cold and unmoving. A heartless bastard, just like Anir said. Difficult if not impossible to read, as the mask he showed was most unfeeling. Perhaps he's lowered down a wall or two. Perhaps she simply knows him better after all these months. But it takes her aback whenever she's evidence of the fact she can hurt him.

She's done this, hurt him. They've hurt each other in profound ways. Demons and witches are enemies, and have been for as long as she can remember, Nonna whispering tales at her ear. Yet there's more to their story, isn't there? If only she could put the pieces together. Because they're there, the pieces. And they keep threatening to surface the longer they remain here. Their bond is eternal, whether she marries him or not. And it all started with her summoning. It started with her. She did that.

"You know it's no longer that simple."

It sounds simple when he speaks, but there's too many factors to consider.