Some distance off the mirror Aidan was sitting in a quiet forest clearing and thinking. He had a great many questions in his mind, but all his thoughts circled back to one single idea. He didn’t really know what love was like. He felt little love for his wife, and he didn’t think she loved him either. Theirs had been a mutual using, each of them selfishly satisfying his or her needs with no thought of the other’s feelings. And… he found his feelings toward this other version of his wife differed greatly from anything he’d ever felt. Was this love? He’d seen real love, the love that his twin shared with his wife, and he found he wanted that. And yet… where could he find that kind of love? Who was there that could love such a creature as he was? He felt as though he was engulfed in hopeless darkness. What hope did he have? And yet, and yet… an idea kept coming to him. A way to know, however briefly, what real love was like. He shook it off time and time again. It was wrong. To so abuse the kindness he’d been shown… but the thought wouldn’t go away. And he wanted so desperately to know, even if it was only once, what love felt like.