D'Artigo started laughing. "Lyca, if you knew how many times I've had this almost identical conversation, you'd find this funny as well."

"Ummmm....okay..."

She tried to clear her head, but it was't working.

"But just in case it's not the same, humour me. What image is going through your head? I doubt it's a bone? Maybe a hunk of meat?"

She narrowed her eyes.

"Don't make fun of me, and no."

"Well then, what is it Lyca? Tell me." D'Artigo shifted his head to the side, his hair flowing down around his face. His eyes begin shifting, from their pale blue-grey to a brilliant golden hue. She was holding something back... but what?

"No..." Ciridia shifted her weight around.

Taking a step towards her, with his arms out at his sides, D'Artigo asks, "But why? Have I not been a good enough friend to you to know your secrets? Are you denying me the knowledge, only to turn around and tell Kitten, or Pale Rose? Why Lyca? Why not tell me?"

"I don't plan to tell anyone."

She stepped away.

Keeping with his advance, D'Artigo continues pressing. "But why? Information is a powerful thing Lyca... why would you not share a powerful thing with people who you trust? The whole reason you brought me out here was so you could open up without being embarrassed... so open up."

"No!"

She kept retreating until she backed into a tree.

Stopping short of Ciridia, about an arm and a half away, D'Artigo spoke in his sickly sweet voice. "Don't you want to let it all out? Don't you want to let everything out, so that nothing hides away? That makes me feel better. Don't you want to feel better?"

"M-maybe."

She pushed tight against the tree.

Taking half a step forward and reaching his hand out to gently brush Ciridia's cheek, D'Artigo whispers, "Then tell me Lyca. Tell me all of it."

"No, don't..."

She looked away from him.

Turning her face to look back at him, D'Artigo looked into her eyes with his golden ones. "Listen Lyca... no, Erina... look into my eyes, and tell me everything. It'll be alright."