Iced souls. That's what those eyes made her think of, cold, dead bodies. And all they had done was stare at her since they met up with the odd Sciomancer. They made her soul feel vulnerable, and yet at the same time they gave her comfort and filled her with love. But how? And why? Was it possible to feel chilled by eeriness and warmed by love at the same time? But the conflicting feelings were not the only things that made her uneasy. The eyes were familiar as if she'd known them all her life; only the person who housed such precious gems was unfamiliar.

"Vihanna," every time the Sciomancer said her name it bothered her, though she wasn't sure how or why, "there's something I need to tell you." There was a sense of hesitant urgency.

"Can it wait?" She didn't mean to sound so impatient and harsh, but it came out that way and the look in his eyes showed a slight pain. "I just don't want to waste any time trying to find a way out if it's not crucial right now."

"Yeah, then I guess it can wait," Mort said and returned to the creeping shadows. When he pulled his coat around him, he reminded her of a bird perching and sheltering itself from the cold. She watched him for a second before returning to her dilemma of finding a way out of their prison. "There's absolutely no way to get out of here!" She flung herself down, against the wall in exhaustion. "Goddess, give me strength."

"I know you better than that. You were never one to give up." Now she was annoyed with the man.

"Look buddy, we only just met a little while ago, so you don't know me as well as you think. And you creep me out!" She regretted the words that crawled out of her mouth and polluted the atmosphere. "I didn't mean that," she said quietly.

"Yes you did, but it's okay. I guess I have become a pretty creepy person since we were last together."

"You speak as if you've known me, but I don't remember knowing you. Were we acquaintances in a past life or something? I feel as if I know you, but my eyes tell my feelings that they are deceived. The only things that I know are your eyes… only they weren't your eyes." She looked down a quiet reverie passing through her mind. Mort grabbed her causing her to start and look up and directly into his eyes. They were warmer than they had ever been.

"They were my eyes. Only I have changed too much for your recognition." He had lowered his voice and eyes, closing them momentarily. She cocked her head and tried to see his expression. Upon the recognition of sincerity she pulled back and raised her eyebrows taking in a hard breath.

"You're psycho. You think you know me, but you don't! And no they weren't your eyes… they couldn't have been!"

"And why not?!"

"Because they weren't. I'm sorry, but I don't know you. You must be confusing me with someone else."

"No. They were my eyes. And I could never forget you, no matter how much you age or change. I'd know you if I were blind. I would know you if I couldn't hear you. Your aura is clear to me for it once blended with my own and a little presence stayed. Even if you don't remember me I know you. Vihanna." He paused preparing himself for the words that were about to break free from his tortured mind. "What I've been trying to tell you is that though I am named Mort now, it is me, Edin." Vihanna lost all feeling from the inside out as she found herself lost in the sea of souls that were his eyes.