She
says she loves him.
He
believes it. No one would put up with him if they didn't love
something he had.
He's
just not sure what it is that Pernia loves.
He
knows that he's reasonably attractive.
He knows that he's wealthy and powerful.
He
knows that for a great many, that is enough.
But
is that all she loves?
She
lets him hurt her.
She stays with him through bitter,
patient hatred and vicious,
spewing poison.
He shreds her confidence to pieces
and
yet she does not leave.
She
lets him touch her softly.
She lets him break,
and shatter,
and
remake himself.
She
pushes him to release his stored emotions,
both
good and bad.
Seto
doesn't know why.
She
says it's because she loves him.
He
still doesn't know what it is that she loves.