The question took Aria by surprise. Just another one added to the rest. She wanted to laugh, to use humor to answer this question so that she could cope with it and ignore the images it raised. She wanted to tell him that she had loved Robin Goodfellow, a Puck from human literature who in reality was an arrogant, overpowered dunce. Instead she gave him a small bittersweet smile. â€œIâ€™ve lived too long to not have ever been in love,â€ she replied. Faeries were long-lived. â€œBut sometimes fate takes a hand and shows a person that some things arenâ€™t meant to be.â€<br/><br/>His face appeared in her mind, along with the other two. The target, the shadow, and him. What a mess that adventure, that duty, had been. She remembered them as they smiled and held their arms open to her, as he looked sideways at her and grabbed her hand to twirl her into a dance. She also remembered the look on his face as he held the body of his dead sister, the shadow, laying next to the dying target as she ran away. â€œSometimes things like love turn into other, more negative, emotions.â€ She added.<br/><br/>She had been in her head put the moment caught up with her when she caught the tone to his voice just a moment before. She tilted her head to once side, taking the focus off of herself and feeling as if there was something to what Phoenix was asking. â€œHave you?â€