Haunted Wood I wanna take advantage

He explained what her friend had told him. She'd not seen her for some time and didn't have plans to just yet. But the fact she was more concerned for her kids more than not having him help her?
It said it all in Vanity's mind.

But what he said after that irritated her further.
Of course he could love, fully capable. He just didn't love her, and she knew it. It was almost one-sided, but only because he wanted to use her.
Her ears twitched, holding her tongue. She knew if she pissed Memory off they'd end up brawling and that wouldn't be good for her.
"You never met him," she murmured softly, concluding he hadn't.
It was for her peace of mind, not his.

But perhaps, his words seeped through the mourning veil she still held. The words of needing to find someone who loved her. Did Hashut? Or was their relationship purely for the insurance of their bloodlines. Of her bloodline.
Soon, she'd teach them of her mountain in the south, and if she couldn't reclaim it, they would.

"Where is she now?" Vanity dared to ask. If he broke down crying, she'd probably leave him to his sorrows. Or console him. Gods what would she do? 
Hopefully, he'd just keep his poker face.