"You can't Loki. You can't damn them to this existence. If you love them you will savor their every moment. Because memories you make can, and will, sustain you for a very long time." Her voice suddenly lost all power that had been behind it as she shook her head slowly. "But changing something in them that forces this onto them... I do not resent the gods for that prophecy that made me say yes, but I could never make anyone I love go through the same things I have. And if you make them stay beyond the time they are supposed to, they will go through that. Over, and over, and over again." Would he do that to people he loved? Make them live an unnatural life for his sake?
"It is why I bed so many. The warmth, and act make it easy to forget for a few moments. But I have done it so long... It is hard not to do anything else when the crushing weight threatens to drag me under. I thought I could do something else. I wanted to, because a god wanted me. And wanted me without sharing with anyone else." Bryn slipped off the counter top, and sat on the floor, her legs folded under her skirt beneath her. "And I did give him my heart. But old habits are hard to beat, and my sense of smell drives me more than I'd like."