Blackfox just goes silent at Aeseyri's words, her blush hidden by the darkness as she looks down at her boots. Varal snorts. "You are musing on something I do not believe exists. I was not directly hurt by it, no. There was once a little Duchess, and she had spent to much time in seclusion. When her father deemed her old enough to return, she met a mercenary - a ducal guardsman - and he caught her fancy. She decided to marry him, quoting love and all the like, but he was afraid - thought it a stupid choice on her part. And so he let her go, broke her heart, and within a month she was married to another man, happy as could be." Varal shakes his head, amused at his story. "The Light is precious and tangible. Love is just fleeting nonsense, thinking with your genitals and reaching for justifi