I dream of you, Erik...

Hideous? No, never. To me, you are the beauty of your music.

The beauty, the fire, the heavenly sincerity of your music should wash away every sin.

You may say that, Erik. You may even believe it. But you will always be my angel.

And you are mine, Erik. You, your music, my spirit soars when I can sing to your playing.

You can do anything, I know it. Your music is the soaring heart of a pure, incandescent soul.

But you do. You have the soul of an angel, the heart of a poet. I see them, I hear it every time you play.

*Turning to him, she lightly touches his cheek* Then the devil lied. I love you for so much more that that, Erik.

*Her jaw is set as she removes her hand from his grasp and places it against his ruined cheek through the mask once more* I have. And it does not change a thing. The man is more than mere flesh, more than mere spirit. And love is lord of all.

*The faintest hint of a smile crosses her face* Do you seek to frighten me, Erik? And still I say to you that you are my angel.

While you see only the darkness in mens' hearts, I see the light within you. *Without another word, she lifts the mask to brush her lips across his scars*

*Her look is confused, and she shakes her head, watching him look away* How could I be repelled by any part of you? Yet, again you seem to see only the darkness, and not the beauty that I have known.