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Prompt #3: Thoughts on Love
Love? Oh god. I haven't been asked that in ages. I'm more than old enough to rarely be bothered about that. Who wants to know about the romances of a crotchety old woman? True, I was young once, but that was years ago. I was married to my work, darling, and I still am. No, I had no time for love of anything but my career, my life's work, my calling. Certainly, yes, I had gentlemen friends, but that is all they were. No, no stories of moonlit walks or bouquets of roses and daisies or anything like that. So sorry to disappoint.

No, love was always something very different to me. Love does not necessarily equal “romance”, you know; just as romance does not necessarily equal “love”. I love many people in many ways, but I'm not in love with any of them. It is because I love them that I want to protect them as best I can, which is why I have no great love for capes.

Have I never loved? Of course I have, weren't you listening, darling? Personally? No. No, it was never a concern for me. Do I regret it? I really wouldn't know, now would I? How can I comment on something in which I've no experience?