“Well, Lockwood was an
absolute sort of person, wasn't he? He wouldn't fall in love like tripping over a brick. He was the sort to rear back, run,
catapult over the side of an airship's railing, and fall, fall,
fall into love before smacking into the Ocean of Delirious Wanderings.*
*Which would sever his limbs from his body on impact, causing Death by Unmitigated Joy.”
―
Heather Dixon,
Illusionarium