Faust sat atop the roof alone, his precious Eliza off on her own for once to give him some space to think. A rarity in and of itself - the two were inseparable, even with one of them being dead...
The blond necromancer did know how that stepped past the borders of denial itself, though he had never cared before and no one had ever bothered to bring it up to him (mostly because he intentionally and unintentionally intimidated others). But now there was another woman that made his heart skip a beat when she smiled at him....
It made him think and he wasn't sure just what to do about this struggle....