. . . Ultimately, it isn't something that I mind, in the end. Love is love, after all.

But, given who we are—is it not already tragic, when we are like a dream that will fade away in the morning? Even if we should meet again, Master is the person in my life that I devote myself to now.

Moreover, I am far too preoccupied as a person to be able to receive any sort of affection like that.