"Hah, you don't know the meaning of the word. And before you go on about whatever other life you had, save it or I'll show you the real meaning of loss." Frey snarked, waiving a dismissive hand. This ride was going to come to a right quick end with Loren falling out of the sky if he wasn't careful.
"Caido is the oldest. Then Mort, Vi, and Rae. Read a fucking book, would you?" This was like Caido-history 101. And while Loren might be forgiven his ignorance given he was an Outlander, asking these sorts of questions of Frey was like asking a master botanist how to spell rose.
"Want? What I want doesn't matter. You're meant to flourish as a species. What I want for you individually hardly is relevant. I want you to live out your little hedonistic lives with as little pain as possible." With, of course, about a million caveats to that. "As for your broken heart, here are your choices: time, sex, or distance. Time doesn't heal all like your kind is so fond of saying, but it does put things in perspective. Sex, because honestly, the chemicals that make you think you're in love aren't too terrible different from a right good fucking, so there's that. And finally, distance. Remove the ability for love all together."
None of those options sounded amazing, which was precisely the point, hence why Mort had allowed hearts to break in the first place and why Rae hadn't bothered stopping it.
"Caido is the oldest. Then Mort, Vi, and Rae. Read a fucking book, would you?" This was like Caido-history 101. And while Loren might be forgiven his ignorance given he was an Outlander, asking these sorts of questions of Frey was like asking a master botanist how to spell rose.
"Want? What I want doesn't matter. You're meant to flourish as a species. What I want for you individually hardly is relevant. I want you to live out your little hedonistic lives with as little pain as possible." With, of course, about a million caveats to that. "As for your broken heart, here are your choices: time, sex, or distance. Time doesn't heal all like your kind is so fond of saying, but it does put things in perspective. Sex, because honestly, the chemicals that make you think you're in love aren't too terrible different from a right good fucking, so there's that. And finally, distance. Remove the ability for love all together."
None of those options sounded amazing, which was precisely the point, hence why Mort had allowed hearts to break in the first place and why Rae hadn't bothered stopping it.
