[Before, he dismissed the idea of keeping the cat out of hand. Silly. What business does the god of lies have keeping a cat? Now, as the cat sniffs him and nudges his fingers with its jaw proprietarily, he seems to melt a little, and wavers.]

They live such a short time. What if he dies in a decade, two decades, and I'm right back where I started? Attachment is risky. Love...is risky.