[ She could easily push him away - take his hand away from her, build up a tough skin from the very start, hide behind it despite herself. She could, most certainly, even at the expense of her own well-being, but she wouldn't. This was the closest to human comfort she'd allowed in such a long time and it was odd to feel it know, in her skin, how much she yearned for it. ]

[ She was not proud of her errors - and she should feel guilty for feeling comforted just then. But Lisa Lisa was no martyr, no sacrificial lamb and like he had so clearly put it, was only human. She ached. And so she let him, let him do as he chose so as long as she didn't feel the pain of the same sort of judgement Caesar had so actively poured towards her. ]

I brought up his father. [ Tears welled up at the corners of her eyes. How foolish of her - how suddenly small she felt compared to this man of legend despite her best attempts to remain composed. ] Caesar's father. He was a good man, but they have... A long history. I didn't mean to.

[ She wanted him to understand. ]

He thinks I abandoned my family. I would never. I am not like my father... I- I think.

[ That's what hurt the most; she was always so sure of herself despite her past mistakes. Until Caesar pointed a finger at her. ]

Perhaps... Perhaps he's right.