So then we are are least lonely together.

[ Whatever he may attempt to deny, though she's glad he has yet to. ]

I've come to wonder if it is merely...part of the curse.

[ Her gaze momentarily shifts to look to the armoire she had been so obsessed with upon entry. Looking for something that was never there. ]

When there is no other like you, how can you be anything but alone? How can anyone understand your heart?