What do you say when one moment you're panicked for your Evil Twin's immortal soul, and then a half-hour later, your spate of button-mashing has produced the exact effects you were looking for, if not in a way you were expecting?
My newest bondmate is now single-minded in purpose, and we've established for once and for all that his church is, in essence, a church of perfectionists looking to get absolute control over their lives to avoid unpredictable emotional spikes, for ill or for good. I'd die without emotional spiking.
I can taste some of the farewells in the air already. It's rare that I start out-and-out bawling these days, and even more rare that I do so when not in the company of either my Priestess-Confessor or her left hand man.
On the one hand, I got what I wanted. It took more than a month, but I wound up doing what I set out to. I was the woman, the gimp for the job.