"People keep saying, in books and in philosophies, that you won't be punished for it and yet, I think I disagree." Why else would he be here, no books and no family, alone and tormented by visions of the most beautiful man he had ever met and could never have. He could never be normal but he could learn here how to repress and hide. And if he could do that, perhaps he could be left alone. He could be alone, he didn't mind, just him and his books. A true safety. "It would be nice if it was ... a romantic story I was weaving in my mind but I'm afraid it is not."

It was a heroes journey and he was stuck on the biggest trial of all. Denying himself love to be a better person because God had cursed him for reasons he would never understand. "I want to get better, Hartley. Please." His sighed. "You must stop talking to me like this."