Are you perhaps not so heartless? Are you a marid? Is your family tree somewhat complicated? Do you like to spill milk when the Marquess is not looking?
Oh, September. Such lonely, lost things you find on your way. It would be easier, if you were the only one lost. But lost children always find each other, in the dark, in the cold. It is as though they are magnetized, and can only attract their like.
Just . . .breaks my heart wide open. It's so true.