She let him touch her arm. Hell, she barely registered it. Her whole body felt cold, which was clearly psychosomatic, because she didn't have circulation. Not the first time her emotions took control, wouldn't be the last.

One, two, three
Owls are in a tree

Diana heard the voice building in the back of her head and she bit down on the inside of her cheek, hard enough to taste her own vitae. It hurt, but at least it silenced the song. The same could not be said, however, for the vision of her baby sister dead and still.

Tears welled up in her eyes easily, filling in the spaces between her long eyelashes, before they started to spill over. Cainites cried tears of blood. And there probably wasn't a Cainite out there who ever cried more than Diana Abel.

"It..." She swallowed. "She's all alone. That's what I was afraid of for her. More than anything else, that she would die alone."