“By the gods, answer me!” “Because they aren’t me, Quill!” Theon shouted. His shoulders slumped and he lowered his gaze. “They aren’t me.” I could not see Quill’s face, but his spine straightened and he became very still. “It is like a dagger to the heart when you are with them,” Theon said in a melancholy tone. “It twists my insides to know you pleasure them. That your lips touch theirs.” “I… I did not know that’s how you felt.” Quill shook his head and took a step back.
