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"So history would repeat itself?" Malingo said.
"Indeed it did. Not once, but over and over. Though Numa Child swore his undying devotion to Elathuria, the hour would always pass, and the wind would always come and she would be carried away to some new place. Sometimes he would find her quickly. Sometimes not."
"And so do you really think they're still out there, loving each other, and then being separated, and him finding her again, only to be separated again?"
"Yes, I do," Finnegan said.
"What a terrible way to live."
Finnegan considered this for a moment. "Love makes its demands, and you listen. You can't bargain with it. You can't fight it. Not if it's really love."
"Indeed it did. Not once, but over and over. Though Numa Child swore his undying devotion to Elathuria, the hour would always pass, and the wind would always come and she would be carried away to some new place. Sometimes he would find her quickly. Sometimes not."
"And so do you really think they're still out there, loving each other, and then being separated, and him finding her again, only to be separated again?"
"Yes, I do," Finnegan said.
"What a terrible way to live."
Finnegan considered this for a moment. "Love makes its demands, and you listen. You can't bargain with it. You can't fight it. Not if it's really love."
