“She is not wrong,” continued Twig. “If you want to start nit-picking and distinguish real people and illusions, then why are we here? Think about it, what are you even looking at? Who are you even talking to right now?”
“It might just be caution,” said Mushroombird. “Not to seek love in what you see, I mean.”
“How so?” asked Yves, strangely and strongly relieved that she got this conversation back on topic.
“Please don’t,” said Twig.
“Because you know how easy it is to taint, distort and destroy a beautiful body,” said Mushroombird.
“You look much too nice to say such things,” said Twig.
“Thank you. I also think that it must be quite difficult to think about love if you constantly have to think about dying,” continued Mushroombird.
“Wasn’t I supposed to be the straightforward one?” said Twig.
“Love is not natural for wizards,” said Yves. “It is a call to bond and reproduce amongst lesser peoples.”
“It is easy to resent what you don’t have,” added Mushroombird.
“I thought you were the nice one”, said Twig.
“None of what you say negates my argument,” said Yves. “The amount of personal involvement has no impact on objective reasoning.”
“Yeah, well, can you deny that your lack of good experiences gives you a negative outlook on the whole subject?” challenged Mushroombird.
“I thought we were here to make him feel better,” said Twig. “You’re just adding emotional pain to the physical pain.”
“It is true that involvement grants experience and insight,” said Yves, “but an objective argument is not less valid per se because the beholder, subjectively, is less involved in the issue.”
“Or not involved at all,” added Mushroombird.
“You know that he knows these things, right?” said Twig. “If you want my opinion —”
“Which he also knows,” interjected Mushroombird.
Twig shrugged, “I think It’s just you. Plain and simple. You like other things than beauty.”
“Yes. Sure. That is the reason. Believe that,” said Mushroombird.
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