Power. That's what she wanted, that why she loved both of them. In different ways.

They were the next generation, brought up on war and rebellion. Taught to live fast and die young. (Rated M for language and mentions of sex.)

"Will you go out with me?" She stared up at him tears now brimming in her eyes for all the wrong reasons. "I can't." She said before pulling quickly out of his grasp and off the train, but not quickly enough to see the flash of pain in his eyes.