[Again, he's silent for a long moment.]

Love is... A very complicated thing. It's a shame the language we speak now in Lucis has only the one word for it; other languages have more.

[He reaches up to tug at the blue scarf around his neck.]

Some loves are warm like the sunset upon your face. Others burn like a hot blade pressed into your flesh. Love is what is worth living for and what is worth dying for.