He nods. "Sure. Fighting's a good distraction. That you [i]evidently[/i] need." He walks down into the shadows like a flight of stairs, emerging in the gym behind some equipment. He draws his scythe, and keeps twirling it like a cane, humming to himself. [i]"Maybe, some part of you just hates me, you pick me up and play me, how do we call this love? One time tell me you need me tonight, to make it easy, you lie, and say it's all for love."[/i]