Draven was at a standstill. "Love…me?"
"Yes." Santino nodded.
"That is very much not possible." Draven sighed, resting his arms behind his back. "I am not a man whom one could bring herself to love. I do not even know what love is, and neither can I reciprocate it."
"Are you sure about that?" Santino inquired.
Draven gave a nod. "Yes. It has been a hundred-plus years of my life, and never for once did I feel this way. Surely it is not now that I would. A precious human like her could not possibly love a man like me. She wouldn't."
"Then ask," Santino suggested.
"Lives are short, memories are forever, young master. It wouldn't hurt to find out for yourself. Some mistakes can be avoided if one truly tries. There are certain things in life one cannot afford to lose, and you mustn't lose what you have now, young master, even if you have to let go of it sooner or later."
