[Realizing she's breaking through, the heat begins to abate. Just a little bit, going from boiling to something more bearable, more normal. Her mouth opens, but no words come immediately. The lack of wiseracks and that eerie tint to his eye are both equally unnerving, but it's clear this is parting, passing.]

I've seen the worst of human nature, and I've seen the best of it.

[Evil. Good. Heroism. Villainy.]

Everyone has a dark spot. Everyone has fears and insecurities. Everyone acts on them.

[She pauses, the scalding aura around her dying away.]

It's not ugly to have flaws. It's ugly to be unable to accept that others do.

[Finally, Mars nods.]

So. Yes. I do. I want to be your friend. For good or ill, I care about you. I...hope that you feel the same way about me.