She leaned back slightly, letting wings of shadows rise behind her that settled her form in a way that it appeared as if she was resting on darkness.
"Old Light, my father, believes the answer to everything is more burning… brighter… hotter. Until nothing remains that can hide or resist. He thinks serenity is the enemy because it dims his light. But I have died, Eos, and I have been brought back from death by your hand, and death gave me the chance to walk in places where pure light casts no contrast. Where everything is revealed, and therefore nothing truly is. Pure illumination flattens the world. It turns mysteries into facts, fears into ash, beauty into mere visibility. There is no depth without darkness. No choice without the possibility of concealment."
She paused and looked at him, "No intimacy without something that must be gently uncovered."
