There is a sense of sadness upon the scene that he looks down upon. Deep sorrow, as if his heart were breaking into a thousand pieces. And in every bit of it he can feel the feelings, hear the thoughts of each player in it, knows somehow even the names of the ones he does not know within it.

That dark path was taken as she walked through the slick dark alleys, her trail of opium smoke left like breadcrumbs in the mist. Those honey golds were savagely narrowed as she felt that burn, that smolder of pain tear into her again. Gritting her teeth as she closed her eyes. She needed a better fix than this to take it away.

Out of the darkness the pair emerges, twin figures seeming to slip out of the shadows themselves, dressed both completely in black. So alike, and yet different. The Ghost pauses at the sight of the girl, his covered eyes pointedly staring in her direction, even as the Darkness continues forward, heedless of his brother's halting, his own dark eyes fixed on her. Both with that feline prowl, the predator's stalking motion.

A pause then as her senses were filled with a familiar scent of something she had been ignoring and denied. Blocked out of her senses but now'so close she was near claimed in that smell of lion. The throaty growl echoed from her lips as she turned to face them. Those eyes bleeding to yellow-gold in an instant.

The Ghost takes up his slow stride again, trailing his brother even as the Darkness closes on the girl, a slow smile curving at his lips as he begins to circle her. Joined by his brother a moment later, both appraise her in silence for a long moment before the Ghost speaks. "Well, now...what delight do we have before us here" One who smells...most familiar." The low, musical chuckle from his throat has its musical, light tone.

"You..." A hiss as her eyes narrowed, that thrumming feral pulse of excitement was in her throat as the husky way of her voice was autumn summoning of a siren's song on her lips. She remembered. A stumble back that had her back hitting the stone wall. The pain leaving a low growl of pleasure as her fingers curled into fists.

Both brothers as one move, stepping in close to her, standing slightly to either side as she is pressed against the wall, the Darkness' chuckle blending with his brother's that low, growling tone as he speaks. "Yes, little one...us. Indeed, most familiar...and well she should be, my brother. Do you not recognize her?"

Her eyes lifted, golden light paired for them both. Between the pair of brothers she felt that energy, that hunger, that power, everything she had waited for...and no pain. Not with them.

The Ghost leans in close, so very close, a deep inhale taken of her scent even as lips graze the bared skin of her neck, before settling back again, a lick given to his lips. "Ah, yes, my brother. The Light." His lips are licked again, a slow trailing of his tongue along that curving smile. "It is indeed a pleasure to see you again...sister."

"Sister?" She nearly choked on the word and around it as that liquid gold of midas touch worked between the pair. "The Ghost...the Darkness." The last calling brought her eyes to his. Turning toward him as that bond was felt stirring within her. Darkness. Her Darkness. His Light. She breathed in a ragged breath as her eyes closed, shivering.

The Darkness moves closer, his body subtly brushing against hers, taking his own long, deep inhale, his lips a soft, subtle brush along her neck. "Indeed...it has been some time."

Goddess but Tom for that moment was forgotten. Her fingers clutching into the black fabric of the Darkness to pull him closer, throat exposed to that sensation of his touch. "You were missed..."

Even as the Darkness is pulled in closer, the Ghost moves in on the other side, his own lean form leaning lightly against hers, his hand moving to slide across her abdomen and settle at her waist as the brush of lips from the Darkness becomes more than a subtle press to her skin. "As were you, Light."

A growl at that as her eyes fell closed and her hands slid down the back of the Darkness. Touching, remembering. "You left me there...why did you not fight them?"

The lips of the Darkness are taken from her neck as he smiles, bringing them up to her ear, a slow, soft touch of them to the seashell curves found there. "You agreed to what was being done, did you not?" And at the other ear, the touch of the Ghost's lips. "As such, what was there that we could do?"

"I never expected this much pain..." A quiet murmur as she turned her head and found lips of the Darkness with her own.

The Darkness returns the kiss, long, hungry and yet somehow gentle, unexpected from the fiercer of the two brothers. It is the Ghost that answers her last statement, his hands encircling her waist. "Such things are often painful, dear Light. You will adjust. But since you have known such pain since this change...let us take you to a place where you may know pleasure instead."

"And where would you take me then, Ghost?" A whisper but her eyes were for the Darkness. Never leaving the sight of him in her gaze as she held him in her embrace, fingers curling in his hair.

He chuckles, stepping lightly back, seeing the way the Darkness keeps his eyes fixed likewise upon the Light. "Hmmm...perhaps it is the Darkness that should be the one to take you, sister dear...the pair of you have...much to catch up on, I am sure?"

He awakens.

There is no doubt in his mind that what he saw is real, some sort of second sight granted to him by the strange power granted to him by the sword and whatever it is that dwells within it.

Sitting up in the bunk, he feels the horrible pain within. He had told her, at last, that he loved her, that she was the one he wanted, that it had ever and always been that way. Had let that hardened, disciplined veneer down and for a moment exposed himself.

And now, it had been crushed. For what reason he could not say, for whatever it is that dwells now within Cinna has its own purpose, its own reasons and mind.

That hurt he had felt in the dream had not been his, but the spirit's. But even as such, it is his now, with the knowledge that what was seen is real, has happened, and he has no recourse for it, for he doesn't know how to find her, to even ask why.

Standing, he gets dressed, picking up the blackened blade and setting it at his hip. The weight and familiar presence of it gives him a very small measure of comfort as he heads topside.

He has to get away from everyone, has to get off the ship.

As he's heading for the ramp, he sees Silvs heading his way. Clouded by the hurt and anger he feels, he cannot make out the expression on her face. She intercepts him before he can make it off the ship. "And where do you think you're going, Tom?" Her tone is light, almost teasing, and yet he can hear in it an undertone of something else. Concern, perhaps.

He doesn't mean for it to happen, but the anger is what comes out, as he turns on her, his voice a low growl. He knows " intellectually, at least " that it isn't her fault, but some small part of those hurt feelings insists that if she hadn't urged him to confess his feelings to Cinna, he might not be so hurt.

"I am getting the f*ck out of here, Captain." The words are bitten out with bitterness and rage, not meant for her but coming out to the first one to cross his path. "Don't try to stop me." He shoulders past her, not actually touching her " that would be rewarded with harsh punishment later, and he respects her too much to truly take it all out on Silver, whatever his feelings might say " and steps onto the ramp.

Her words are angry behind him, almost infuriated. Not the shouting she usually uses with the crew when she was angry and letting them know, but a quiet hiss that bordered fury, yet was laced with concern. Tom knew that hiss well - it had only happened a handful of times, since the repercussions were harsh. "What exactly is the issue, Tom?"

That stops him dead in his tracks, and he turns swiftly, a smart about-face, marching right back to her, stopping only an inch away. His voice is low, soft, sorrowful, angry, exposing perhaps the smallest fraction of his real feelings. "Let's just say that I took your advice on a matter we've discussed many times, Captain, and it blew up in my face.?

Not another word is said as his dark eyes bore into hers for a long moment before he turns from her and heads off the ship, not waiting for a reply.