C'est la vie, non? Some are blind to love, and some are turned toward other interests. There is no law that deems all fond feelings reciprocal. [He smiles slightly, an expression with a sharp but muted edge of irony.] And just as each of us is rotten, each of us must lie. That is life: to lie, to love, to fall. We are blinded at all turns... [A shrug.] And at times we believe that we may change what is in truth immovable. Are we to be blamed for our stubbornness in pushing against the unchangeable?