Moonspear i’m on the dark side of a hollow hill

A chuckle escaped him—"Like many other things, I suppose it can be."

To a degree he could not claim that he understood any better, but he would pretend. For both of their sakes and souls, he would pretend he understood. Perhaps on the grand scheme of it all, it did not matter, and it would not have surprised him any.

"It is a very subjective thing, Arcturus. Love takes on different meanings for us all." Whatever it would eventually mean for him, Dirge could not say. Perhaps he would find someone who would drive him mad in the right ways, and perhaps he would find someone who did a better job of complimenting him where he felt he lacked. He liked to think that he matched Hydra in some aspects, but he knew their differences were just as numerous, if not more, and she had given him the taste of something he had wanted without knowing so.