“I wanted it to be you.” “We don’t work.” “How can you say that?” “We don’t; we are like snow and flame. One burns too hot, the other too cold.” “I suppose I am the flame?” “No, no you are the snow, cold and cruel.” “How dare you—“ “You’ve caused me pain, and drowned my feelings in your own self misery.” “…” “Goodbye. Let your snow fall elsewhere.”