Death is the same wherever. It's the thought that she would give up her everything, even life, and the risk of never coming back. That's enough. No greater love has any man, as the Bible says.

Lucrezia inhales slowly then shifts her face to sigh and smile as she pulls back to show Cass her smile. All is well indeed. It is the proclamation that she wants. Words bind those who utter them, even more so if they are so wholeheartedly meant. She is no mind-reader, like Cass seems to be to her, but she thinks she knows honesty when she sees it.

"What do you call ice cream that is no longer ice?"