'Was it wise to let time go by and just wait hoping to meet her once she is back? I feel my heart tearing apart the more I miss her… the more I wish I could be shamelessly selfish and reckless like I was when I was ignorant of how precious you are to my soul, my entrancing love…' — "How am I to ask…? How am I to greet you when… when I fear for a reply that may rip my life away…"
— I threw them away. —
'… my lady would not do such a thing without a motive…'
— I read them, yet had no wish to answer. —
'… she would still answer… telling not to send more letters…' — Overthinking as he had learned to do hoping to please her, Zeleskiaz grumbled troubled to already know it was meaningless a struggle to put on himself. Too conscious of the straightforward personality the woman he loves owns and finding the answers on his own.
