Jenova

I had to admit, Marisol was quite the catch. When I saw her, our thoughts seemed to connect in a way that I had never connected with anyone. Listening to her thoughts, I knew she could feel it too. Though we did have a seemingly strong connection, it would have been impossible for us to be together. I had long life; Marisol did not. She would age and grow old. I would not.
I could detect her disappointment through my veins and I hated it. I decided to send her a message through our minds hoping Jonas wasn't listening in.
One day, Marisol. One day.
She looked up surprised but she seemed happier. I hoped I wasn't wrong. Another thought thundered into my mind so loudly that I almost clamped my hands over my ears out of instinct.
Leave her alone! Don't mess with her heart! Obviously, it was Jonas.
I won't.
Yeah, right. Just leave her alone and don't you DARE hurt her!
I did not get a chance to respond because Jonas closed off his mind. I sighed and sat back in my chair.
"May I speak with Marisol alone, please?" I asked.
Jonas shot me a frightening glare before getting up. I lifted my hands to create a sound-proof sphere around myself and Marisol. She looked up, pleasantly surprised.
"I wanted to ask you if you would be willing to come with me to the Vault of Keys. I believe you are ready. You have the strength. You see, I didn't want your brother to hear this because he has been itching to go with me for quite some time. I have a task for you, though." I told her.
She smiled excitedly. It was pleasing to know that she contained that excitement; it would definitely come into great use. She frowned suddenly and started to play with her hair.
"Marisol?" I said quietly.
She looked down at her shirt and then at her chewed off nails. I attempted to get into her mind but she had blocked me out. I was amazed; she had already mastered screening her thoughts. Instead, I felt for her emotion and I felt sadness and worry.
She looked up with glistening eyes. She seemed as if she was about to tell me what was on her mind, but when she spoke, it wasn't what I expected.
"Is that your natural hair color?" she asked with a halfhearted smile.
I laughed and nodded.