"I think you already know the answer to that." Stirring, he gets to his feet, regarding her with soft empathy in his face. On impulse he very gently cups her face, thumb stroking the porcelain cheek. "I want to understand you better. No one deserves to be alone. You can do nearly anything you desire. Why not create an illusion of the perfect world? Then here, at least, you would not need to trouble yourself with the others' ideas. Spin your mists, your imagination. Work your skills and screen this place from watchful eyes. Secret us away. Confuse them. Make them worry. You know I cannot leave you - and nor do I wish to. Of all your Chosen, who can say the same?"