It was one of those emotions that Deoir felt was over-rated. She had experienced all she cared for their wavering highs and lows with empathetic intensity during and after the Dream.
Romance was distracting and far too prone to lead to disasters. Moments of heartaches possible in a variety of ways all diverging from a common source. She decided there were far better things to be infatuated with.
Her work. Her goals. Her talents.
These were things, not only worth devotion, but would rely on no one but herself. Why trust the fickle mutual loyalty of another?
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