"But here, among other mortals..." Tristian tilts his head, and his voice becomes distant. "I keep hearing abo

"But here, among other mortals..." Tristian tilts his head, and his voice becomes distant. "I keep hearing about another kind of love. One that is given, like some material possession, then to be taken away. It seems so... short-lived. Unreliable? I can't even find the right word."