[She...understands more of that than she expected to. It's hard to care, knowing what will be lost. It would be easier, in someways, to lock her heart away. Her hand drops and she turns to look at him anew.]

You will survive, weight or no. You have seen my mind- my box. Did you not realize the gravity of it? Would you know how often I have lost those within it? I have shouldered this burden for well over eight thousand years. You have the strength to carry your own, I have little doubt.