"Lucien," I say. "God. He and Tez - you - were such good friends..." My words trail off. "He grieved for you," I say, and there's that anger again. "Will you tell him that you're back?" I wonder if he'll be glad or not. This is all so confusing.
"No. And where else can I go? The Carnival, they think I'm dead. I'd like to see Genny again, I saw her when we wished - I do understand. About not being in your house."
"Could you talk to people at the carnival? What about Syl?" I can't say I like the idea of reuniting them, given what they did together. It's hard to connect that to the sad looking boy sitting here. I wish I cared less about him. I pinch my nose again. "I should speak to Hermia," I say. "She wouldn't want you going to - the tower either. I know you love it. I understand. I think I do. But love isn't enough, always. Not when loving something will only bring you grief." I shake my head. "Have you been happy at all, with us?" I can't imagine that thing gives him any happiness at all. Love shouldn't be fury.
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"No. And where else can I go? The Carnival, they think I'm dead. I'd like to see Genny again, I saw her when we wished - I do understand. About not being in your house."
"Could you talk to people at the carnival? What about Syl?" I can't say I like the idea of reuniting them, given what they did together. It's hard to connect that to the sad looking boy sitting here. I wish I cared less about him. I pinch my nose again. "I should speak to Hermia," I say. "She wouldn't want you going to - the tower either. I know you love it. I understand. I think I do. But love isn't enough, always. Not when loving something will only bring you grief." I shake my head. "Have you been happy at all, with us?" I can't imagine that thing gives him any happiness at all. Love shouldn't be fury.