“Well,” he went on softly, “is a child of the body or … the heart? The mind? I am of my father’s blood, and he did everything he could to shape me in his image, but I…I have never felt like his son. I have increasingly come to understand I would not wish to.” “You are by far the better man.” “Few would think so. But from you”—he cast her a smile, sunbright and heedless—“it is praise worth having.”
they will have a life together
