They collided and clashed in a constant struggle of passion and emotion manifesting in burning green flashes and warming red glows that cover and combine eachother. He whispers in her ear about the flashes of green and the memories of bright green light and flames licking at his skin and rising up over and over again to get further up and closer to the future and what it holds. He should know what it holds, or maybe he didn't and never would. It didn't matter to her. She would smile and laugh and create the world around her in bright spatial manipulations he would never understand, though he didn't need to. She could create, and he would control and slow and make sure everything went alright. The forces did need eachother, after all.