Tuktu Weir I hate to look into those eyes and see an ounce of pain

Burke wondered why they were undermined. "And why do you think that is?," he asked curiously. The male had a mostly negative image of spinsters for some reason. He didn't even know why. "I was her friend, yes," he spoke. They always had been a curious set of friends. Just friends. 'Just friends really, nothing too special." But was that really true? He didn't want to think about it too much.

'It is not. I am an old man I need to think about this more carefully if I want to take on another child before my impending death," he stated. "This is very true. The next time I could be dead," he nodded. "Oh have I? And how have I been immortalized?," he asked curiously. He liked the idea of that, being immortalized.