The way to love anything is to realize that it may be lost.
That was the love of the mortals.
But Draxus said his love transcends mortality. It was godly.
Hena tested that notion by making him imagine a wicked love and when Draxus refused to stay fine with that, she declared:
"Your love is the same as the rest of us mortals."
Draxus' face went blank.
Hena backed him into a corner and she ripped his argument of his godly love.
He didn't like that at all.
"Are you saying I don't love you?" He asked.
Hena shook her head. "No. I am saying you love me the way everyone does. There is nothing godly about it. There is no need to make your love sound bigger just to make me think that I will regret not choosing you."
"But I can really spend my life without touching you in return for your love."
