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She feels destructive in the darkness, not letting passion through, he is trapped inside her world, she hates him, she hates him and everything he stands for; meanwhile in the bedroom she keeps vigil for the newborn. Nothing makes her happy when she has to sit and stare at somebody else's pain; meanwhile, in the sack she keeps the bodies of her loved ones, while he secretly yearns for more. Tepid at best, ambivalent at worst; in the light, they do not see the darkness forever, they miss thumbnails of what they should be seeing.