You’ve been good to me, Inigo. But I really am like the weather. You can admire me, even love me, in your… — Alastair Reynolds
You’ve been good to me, Inigo. But I really am like the weather. You can admire me, even love me, in your way, but I can’t love you back. To me you’re like a photograph. I can see right through you, examine you from all angles. You amuse me. But you don’t have enough depth ever to fascinate me.
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