You sit holding hands and looking at each other. Then anxiety runs across Octavia's face. "You know... Tristia

You sit holding hands and looking at each other. Then anxiety runs across Octavia's face. "You know... Tristian likes you. Regongar and I wouldn't mind, but he's not like us. He hopes it's just going to be you and him. Don't lead the boy on, all right? Tell him it's over or you'll just end up making him suffer for nothing."