Plans Etched Into The Soul

"Is it so abnormal for friends to speak fondly of one another?"

Beatrice finally followed up once the silence had already settled in. Due to the nature of the vast foundation, the corridor they traversed was accompanied by many others, littered with countless rooms that were only diversified by small markings. 

"And here I believed we were companions only by our sharing in extended lifespans." 

Each step Ferstaus took resounded as the heels of his cross-laced boots made of spotless, black leather met with the ground. 

"A young maiden such as myself could find herself hurt by such words, Anteros." 

"Hoh, nonsense. You have a mind of steel and a heart of ice; words are naught but air to you, Beatrice." 

Rolling these words from his tongue in a playful manner, Ferstaus looked back at the woman who held the same, indifferent smile as he tipped his tall hat, "I jest."