A man's lies tell as much of his soul as the house he chooses to call home. Unruly beast it may be, but there is truth upon the tongue, if one isn't too scared to look at it. Lies, you see, are prettier things. They're easier to run hands over and share secrets with. We think we desire the truth, but we don't. The truth rends and tears from roof to foundation.
But I am glad for your house. Being quickened once more, it's a lovely promise, even for my twisted soul.