That was... different. [There may have been an overcast misting when Thessaly left, but that breakup could not come close to the painful trauma that happened between himself and Calliope.]

There was nothing left, by the time she left. Embers remained of what fire had once been. That is true on both sides. No relationship is ever the same, sister. I know you withhold yourself from romance, but it is the truth. The start, the middle, the end... they are never interchangeable. They are also not regrettable on my end, for all the regrets I hold from them.

Have you truly never experienced it yourself? A romance.