He never knew there were those who truly deserved to die.
Danny felt Delilah under his hands. He wondered if it would be possible to...no. He had such thoughts about her before, but they were so brief in the face of his useless, stupid rage. He had to help Yuki, he had to assist her in every way he could
...if she asked him to give his life, he would and with pleasure. Such thoughts about
Delilah didn't matter...they couldn't matter in comparison to his service to Yuki. Or could they? He honestly wondered about that.
After a few moments, Danny felt Delilah's muscles soften from their prior rigidity, as if her very being was deflating. He didn't have to imagine what the dancer was feeling. He knew. He took his hand from her mouth, and he could hear it as Delilah's breath broke into quick, hitched gasps.
Danny didn't have to see her face to know Delilah was crying.
knew what she had just shown the girl was too much for anyone to absorb immedi-
ately. It was so for the others. She waited a few moments...and then Delilah's quiver-
ing lips parted. She wanted to speak, but she was uncertain. Yuki stepped even closer until their faces were bare inches apart. When she spoke, it was with velvet softeness.
"You understand what you have seen."
It wasn't a question. Still, Delilah managed to whisper, "Yes." And she did, just like Danny and the others.
"I am Yuki. I will need those who can serve me." She paused for a brief moment, and then said, "I will need you."
Delilah's breath steadied and deeped, relaxing. Danny let go of her arms, and her hands flew upward to close about Yuki's. Her voice was unsteady, but there was strength in it. "Anything for you. I'll do anything for you."
It was so for Danny and the others.
Yuki kissed Delilah, fully and deeply. It was a kiss returned with passion.