I thought on that for a moment, not wanting to give him an inaccurate answer. He gave me my time, tapping the corner of a page when a certain dress caught his attention. They varied, so I couldn't quite tell his taste, other than not super poofy or showing too much.
"It's not you, persay," I finally settled on. "It's more like I'm wary of emotional investment, of myself or into anyone else."
"And yet you invest wholly in your apprentice."
"...He's an exception, to an extent."
"How so? Is it because he's young?"
I bit my lip, imagining for a minute if I had been given Gus as a baby rather than a teenager. Initially, that had been what I wanted. But now, with the thought of leaving this world constantly popping up, I found myself less sure.
"I don't think so," I said. "It's more like..
