"But I like her," I defended, my voice sounding more like a stubborn child's than a saviour of humanity.
Sith shook his head, a knowing, almost pitying smile playing on his lips. "Liking is fundamentally different from loving, earthling. You should know that as a man. One is a preference; the other is a soul-binding gravity."
"I can't relate to that," I muttered, crossing my arms. My life was a series of quests and survival metrics; I didn't have room for "soul-binding gravity."
"You will," he said, pausing before breaking out into another round of booming laughter. "Soon enough, you'll have enough experience in these matters to fill my entire shrine to the brim. The threads of fate are not so easily untangled, Hye."
"Those are your words, not mine."
"It's what I know," he countered amidst his laughs, clearly relishing my discomfort. "You can't outrun destiny. Since the very first day you arrived here, you were fated to be intertwined with this fiery chick.
