Allison fell quiet as he started to speak, uttering a poem that she didn't recognize and wondered if it was his own creation. She felt almost stripped naked by it and revealed, her throat tightening as each word struck at the heart of her being.

She couldn't find the words to speak when he finished, merely staring at him for a long minute as he looked at her. Then he was finally asking for her name and she almost couldn't remember. It felt like another broken part of her stripped away by the sword that had buried itself in the middle of her body.

"Allison," She murmured when it came back to her. "Allison Argent."