Maybe. Maybe not. [He shrugs.] I implied he was not good enough for me, had not done enough for me. After all, I helped chase down his swords, gave him flame when Zonari ripped it from him. And what had he done for me?

[But Luca shakes his head, even as he says it.]

I never asked, though. I expected it, and held it against him when he had no way of knowing. I think... I wanted to have a reason to resent him. To keep holding the people I loved at bay.

[A bitter laugh leaves him as he wipes at his eyes.]

I suppose it worked out in a way.