"Eros was too much like me, ya know? That's how come he spilt into two and we got Echo. Suppose its better for 'em not to be around."

Evil shrugged, absently stroking his nails back and forth over his marked hand. His right hand still held most of the orange.

"Ecstasy was nothin' like me, lucky her. Kinda. I suppose."

Evil pulled himself up from where he crouched, grinning. "So I guess if ya not got much to say, I should let ya get back to work, right?"