"I know," she says very quietly, her hand giving a little pressure. "I don't want to go as far as he does. I don't think I want to love someone. Everyone but family is mortal and will die. I loved the Broken Girl, I think, and... I think... it hurt when... she died."

Moon was trying hard to remember it, but she had, long ago, set into the framework of a story once told to her. Separated it from herself. She couldn't feel what she once did, so now she questions if she ever felt it at all.

"I care. I need. I trust. But love? No. Let that be for the mortals."