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“You can just go, if you want to. Nobody will stop you. Go and sit in a cell and suffer because that’s art, right?” Lothric scratches at his dry, scaly ribs. “There’s no proper dragons left. Who’s to day what a dragon looks like these days? Maybe the definition’s changed.”

“Yes. More hurt than angry, though, by the idea that something out there was worth more to you than my company and happiness. I understand now that was unfair of me, but it does not change the past.”

“I’ve never been in love, so... You’d know better than me.” Lorian shrugs, glancing down at his feet. “When and if it happens, I’ll have to keep track of whether I think it changes me or not. I’ll write to you about it, I’m sure it’ll be very interesting.”

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Lorian crosses his arms, sighing heavily. “I have a very hard time believing Nestor managed to rip all of your clothing off. Why would he do something like that? Did you wear a dress made of fish jerky?”

“Well? You have seen me. Am I not lovely?” Gwyndolin holds his arms out to her sides, her silky shawl rippling with the motion. “Is that truly all? Will you now leave again, never to return? Poetic to say so, but not the least bit believable. If you wish to reside once more in Anor Londo, I will not forbid it. It would hardly be fair of me, when there is so much empty space nobody is using or appreciating.”

“I am too a dragon! I have four limbs and wings! And I am a king. I was coronated and everything.” Lothric throws a slice of cornbread at her. “Don’t be mean to me or I’ll have you thrown into the dungeon!”

“I suppose...” Lorian looks thoughtful. “But I don’t think love should have to change a person and you shouldn’t rely on it to do so. Whereas, you should always change a baby if you need to.”