“You realize my agreeing to this is not so you can go over there and pray pathetically until your soul's taken away.” Will warned as he lifted his hand up to the ceiling. “You'd better beg that god with everything you've got.” He clenched his fist into the air, frustrated at himself for agreeing. “I won't agree to your suicide, Alexander.” Will sat up after speaking. “I'm only agreeing with your poetic notion that you want love.”

Slowly, Alexander lifted his face from the fabric to look across the distance to the young man with pink hair that oddly matched the same pink shade on his own blond locks. “Happiness.”

“It'll sound better if it's love,” Will shrugged. “Maybe.” He sighed as he stood up. “I can't promise they'll let you go alone.”

“Then – let me pick out a knight!” Alexander shot up with such enthusiasm the pillows in his lap were tossed to his side.

Will glared down his nose at his younger half-brother with skepticism leading the charge. Silence followed for a long while. “Fine... But only because I want my point to be proven.” An uneasy smile worked it's way onto Alexander's lips. “I know exactly who you'll pick and I don't agree with it.” He turned and started out of the area of cushions, stepping up the short stairway into the main floor of the kitchen. As he turned to look back at Alexander in the keeping room, he warned in a clear calm voice, “Journeying with the person you love, and not telling them, and resigning yourself to a grim fate that they'll never love you simply because you can't say something... It'll be difficult for you.”