'There's a difference,' he pauses, restarts. 'There's a difference between leaving and not staying.' 'But staying is better.' There is no question here, in her stained glass eyes, and his nod is sole courtesy. 'Then,' and his heart quivers with her voice 'Then show me the difference.' She looks unflinchingly into his flinty eyes and he sees the full extent of her brevity. So he who would've brought down the sun and moon if she asked it of him, anything to make her understand, ever so slowly, ever so patiently taught her the difference And she, his equal in more ways than one taught him the difference between love and base desire until the sun brought their parting.