[She gives a little sigh and props her chin against her hand, watching him with a soft, fond expression.]

Of course I can see that. The risk of being hurt, in one way or another, is present in every moment of life and if we spend our time trying to avoid it, can we be said to be truly living?

The last man I believed to care for me, as foolish and clouded as that belief was, is the reason that I am what I am now. I do not think that I can be dealt a more grievous injury than the loss of my humanity.