The sound of Mortimer's voice surprised Esme. It was so different than before, stuttering but gentle and kind.
"But what if he wants the clown more? What if he's changed his mind about... loving me that way? He has kissed me as though he wants me in... the way a man wants a woman. But what if I'm wrong? Is it wrong that I... that I want him to... love me that way?"
Esme was so confused. Was she sick to want those things from her own brother. Her mind told her it was wrong, but her heart desired it. She craved that intimate contact that a man and a woman shared and she craved it from Hag.
Perhaps she was wrong. Perhaps she was damned for wanting such a thing.

She looked at Mortimer sadly and hugged him on impulse. "I'm sorry that I am putting all of this on you, but other then Hag you are the only other person I'm close to here, that I feel like I can talk to and you won't condemn me."