For the first time that evening, Terra actually laughs, inner wrist rising to shield her mouth as she does. It's not cruel, even if it's the ego of that statement that drives it, and it ebbs off quickly enough.

"She likes worshippers," she says, still clearly amused. "I have a feeling you'd be good at that."

Banter aside, Terra rolls her shoulders, edging back into more serious tones. "When I told her this, she decided to give me a gift. So that I could feel love... and feel love in return."

She is no longer looking at Zevran, looking instead at hands once again playing with the water gathering on the sides of her glass. The smile is barely a twitch at the corner of her mouth.

"But... acting on them broke the spell. Before then, I thought... that I couldn't feel it because I didn't understand it. Now I know the truth. It's not something I can feel."

She is, in the end, a monster.