[ He gets it, and he's silent. He thinks of White Lily and Elder Fairy, and the way they looked at each other. The way Elder Fairy spoke of her, when she slept, the love in his voice. The lily that he had placed.

He's not upset, but how could you do that to her stings painfully. Why is he the bad guy in this? His voice is soft, miserable. ]

She left me. She is the one that chose to wander where I could not go. She found other joys, other love. But I was happy for her, because I loved her, and if you love someone, truly love them, you desire for them to be happy. Even if that means without you in their lives. I truly did not think she loved me back the way I loved her, so I... had moved on. I was happy she had found what had made her life a joy to live. Knowledge to seek, places to see, and it did not include me by her side... Of course I am scared. Scared I will lose them. Scared I will mess something up and they will realize-

[ Pathetic, weak, old, useless, stupid, naive- ]

But until then, I will love them and be loved in return, and live my days with joy by their sides. As for her... no, I do not think she will fear us leaving her behind, because we have spoken about it, and I give her as much love as I give Cacao. Love shared is not diminished, there is not one whole love you break into portions to met out to a chosen few. Love is an endless well to scoop from generously, and give generously.