I had begun to believe in all those sentimental sayings. “Give me my Romeo. And when I shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun.” Despite all the loss of my life I was happy, and it scared me. Hope was dangerous, hope gets people killed for nothing.

I do not think Iri is the kind of person to ever wish to settle down, so I never asked it of them. I asked so much, but never for that gilded cage.