"Desire," The Functionary repeated, the word coming out as a soft sigh as she sat. "That which burns in every heart."
She took another, longer sip, before answering. "Yet nothing has set my heart aflame, though little effort have I to impart in seeking out that which might, much to my shame. There is of course one lasting exception, that's lived within my soul since first Exile, to bring about the End or find redemption, but this is not a whim of such beguile."