He isn't her elder, but he will certainly guard her future.
In his heart, Maeve deserves the most bright and upright boy in the world. She will meet him at a blossoming age, both flourishing, captivated by each other, happily in love, working, until they enter the hall of marriage.
After all—
No matter what, the man she encounters shouldn't be someone like him.
How many women has he been with?
Upon careful reflection, he can't even remember himself.
He is already dirty.
Yes, he had never had such feelings of self-deprecation before, but now, looking at this young girl with bright, clear eyes, he only feels dirty. Beneath the glamorous exterior is flesh that's already fouled and filthy.
How could he possibly be worthy of the purest little angel in his mind?
Maeve would say such things because she's still young, not understanding that the love between men and women is intensely selfish.
