Alright. So... we met when we were kids. My dad--you remember him, right? I showed you his picture--and I went to Tenebrae, where Luna and her brother lived. It was... beautiful. And it should've been good. Nothing bad should've happened.

[ He exhales heavily. The memory of Luna's hand slipping from his father's is fresh, painful. He grits his teeth. ]

... After that, I... didn't see her. But there was this notebook that her dogs took back and forth between us. [ His cheeks warm over a little. ] We exchanged messages like that. It was nice.