âI suppose that makes sense.â The girlâs eyes were squinted for a moment before she just decided to nod, thinking that she understood what he was saying to her. He was a riddle and she didnât believe sheâd ever be able to solve it. Howl was a compass, going every which way while Lettie was the north star, constant and always the same. âThe way you see the world is nothing as I do. There seems so little to figure out sometimes, though there must be so much more I have yet to see.â Her blonde curls bounced as she shook her head, that was a silly thought to have. Of course she hadnât seen it all and she never would. âI am quite tainted, Howl. I am covered in the filth of my own sins, never to be washed clean. For a woman born so pure is now dirty, nothing more.â Her eyes met his as she exhaled softly. âThen perhaps you truly are blind.â
Howl looked to the sky and smiled ironically. âEveryone things they have it all figured out. They donât. Itâs usually the man with so little that knows more than one with everything. The less you have, the more you know. They have more time to get to know the world.â He was going in all different directions at all times, but he always stopped in the same direction, and that was Lettie. âYou could be as dirty as the darkest of seas, but you will always be the clear blues that reveal the oceanâs secrets to me.â He let out a soft but long sigh. âI would rather be blind to your sins an be struck down from the Lord above than never have met you.â