I utterly utterly hate this, and this pairing sucks. Bad. D:

He loves me.

Drip.

He loves me not.

Drip.

Mana watched the pendulum swing back and forth, dripping blood swith each swing.

He loves me.

Mahaado was dead now, thanks to the Thief King. All that was left was the pendulum swinging back and forth across her vision.

He loves me not.

She hadn't even had the chance to ask him if he loved her.

Another swing.

He loves me.

The pendulum was slowing now, taking longer to complete each swing. Once it stopped, it wouldn't move again.

He loves me not.

It didn't even complete the next swing.

He loves me not.