Anna looked at him confused when he said he never died. She searched her memory, speaking quietly, "B....but you were hit so hard. That bucket, it fell on your head. You hit your head on the floor too. You weren't moving. You weren't even breathing!" She said, her bright blue eyes searching his pale ones. She had to admit though, in that instant, she hadn't exactly been 'all there'. It may have been very possible he had just been knocked out. But she had been so sure at the time....Had he been revived? Yes, that had to be it. But how? And who? It wasn't possible that...that she...? She looked down at her hands and bloodied finger nails in thought of the possibility his revival had something to do with her powers, before she started scratching once again. That is, until he grabbed her hands, stopping her from harming herself any more.

Then he called her that name. Mira. Any lights in the room that had been spared from her earlier tantrum had in that moment, blown out, shattering glass everywhere. She spoke once again, her voice stern and determined, as if she was trying to convince herself just as much as him with what she was saying, "No! That is not my name! I....I'm not Mira anymore. Mira was a killer and a beast. Mira's gone. It's Anna now. Anna is my name." There was a slightly pained look on her as she said this, her eyes almost begging him to agree with her.

She calmed down a little as he continued on, speaking about what he had done. He had run after her car? He would have had to be running fast to do that. Faster than any other human, much less a human with asthma like him. But, then again, now that she thought about it, having somehow gotten onto the bed with her at such a height, having run after her car, she somewhat understood and a theory clicked in her head. Had her powers really somehow brought him back? And now they were affecting him? It would explain so much right now. Why she could touch him, yet other objects went right through him. He was in a energized state. Made out of some type of energy that she could physically feel. Just as she could her powers. This was....well a miracle in a way. She had a second chance to be with Vincent. Her powers had done something good, though it probably didn't make up for all the lives her powers had taken as well. But it made her feel slightly less of a killer.

When he leaned forward to whisper that he loved her and kiss her cheek, Anna melted. She felt warm and most of her fear washed away from her the moment he said those words. A hesitant smile came to her face at his jokes and when he fell onto his side, she carefully crawled over to him, the things in the room slowly lowering back to the floor as she curled up there next to him, her head rested on his arm, "I won't star singing if you don't." She said softly and smiled up at him, much more calmer now then she had been just moments ago, "I'm glad you're here with me Vincent....promise me you won't leave me. I don't think I could withstand the pain of loosing you again...."