A/N: I know that there are quite a few people out there that don't like how the series ended. This is just my idea of Fakir's thoughts on why it was a happy ending, and one with a pretty deep message at that.

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Fakir doesn't believe in romance.

He has seen too many giggling girls run by with love letters clutched to their chest. He has seen too many, barely out of childhood, wailing in despair by the fountain at their supposed broken hearts as their equally foolish friends surround them and vow revenge. He has heard talk between boys, some equally as naïve and some all too aware. Whether talk of a girl's sapphire eyes and moonlit hair or talk of more intimate things, it's all the same to him.

He hears he has a little fan club now, but it doesn't interest him. What do they know of his thoughts, his life, other than what they see in his face while he's dancing? Even then, he's sure they aren't looking to know him, not really. They are far too concerned with his face itself, looking for a fleeting, warm smile in their direction.

Because despite the fine poetry in the world, the ballads written and jewelry bought, it all boils down to infatuation. People have the tendency to imagine qualities that the beautiful don't possess, simply because they are beautiful. In the end, it is a natural emotion that the body causes in order to create life. Once humans have a desire for each other, they mate, no matter what other reasons they invent for their relationship. It sounds coarse and thoughtless and cold, but he knows it to be true. They love because they need to.

He has always preferred emotion that does not connect to that. Mytho, for example. The devotion he holds towards him is stronger than any romantic whimsy, and that makes him feel that it is real, even as they are no longer together. Mytho can live in that land far, far away, and none of this emotion will wear off, because it is not something as trivial as romance.

Given time, two people can grow connected to each other in a way that goes beyond carefully disguised lust. He supposes that there are some in the world like that, couples married for most of their lives especially. But this emotion is fewer and further between among others than most believe. What if their lover changed? They might convince themselves at first that their love is strong enough to overcome it, but how many could keep this true for long? What if they were denied all chance to be with them in the sense that humans believe is necessary? What if instead of smooth, warm skin they were covered in stone?

Or feathers?

He watches Ahiru clumsily dip under the water to pull at a bit of seaweed. It doesn't come lose, and her repeated attempts only manage to pull her completely under. She comes up quacking indignantly and shaking the droplets off of her wings, giving him a glance that clearly warns him not to laugh. He does anyway.

Fakir doesn't believe in romance, but he sure as hell believes in love.