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love, to her, had always had a good correlation; uncorrupted, the thing she knew was simply good. she had learned a little about love from her family, and Aoife, (If you love something, let it go) but never had she heard of bad love. she shook her head, brow furrowing in silent question. good love, from what she understood, was watching out for the other person. perhaps what Sunny had tried to do for her; though frankly he had gone overboard with the whole idea. good love was giving up things to make the other person happy. 

bad love, on the other hand, was not looking out for the person, or speaking against them. bad love, she supposed at Grayday's last words, was a selfish kind of love. when he asked if she understood thus far, she nodded, speaking a little haltingly, wondering if she was correct. " Good love is...watching out for someone. And...letting them go, if you have to."  that's what Aoife had said, anyway, and she thought that ought to be a kind of good love, perhaps. after all, good love was about giving things up, right? "bad love isn't. it's selfish." she finished, gaze darting up to Da's for approval.