Sorve looks at his father for clarification. Therem says something to him that does not translate. Sorve tilts his head a little. "Always?" he asks, and Therem nods. "Oh. That is unlucky." There is nothing, in Sorve's mind, inherently wrong with two men loving one another. Lacking genders, his world also lacks judgement concerning how people should love one another. To Sorve's mind, they are people first. It is unlucky that their anatomy prevents them from having children, and that nothing can be done about it.

"Still," the youth continues, "it is good to have found someone to vow yourself to. I have not found such a one yet. Some of the children in my Hearth tease me, that I am getting old, but not too old, and I have no siblings..."