"Come, Oliver… you can't… It's all very well and good to be poetic, but it doesn't really equate here, does it? There's no beauty in it, there can't be," Asabel said, almost firmly.
"What about all those people that you helped with your skills? You've been in medicine far longer than politics, haven't you? I spoke to Verdant about it – your medical past, out of curiosity. For a Princess that could've lived a far more sheltered life than you have, you've certainly been plunging yourself into the world of blood since early on, haven't you?" Oliver said.
"Oliver – that's embarrassing… If you'd have asked me yourself, I would have told you."
"You will not even speak to me because of this thing. I regret speaking it so casually. If I had known how you would react to it, do you think I would have brought it up? If I'd in any way agreed with the ideals of the Church of Claudia in that regard, do you think I could have said it to you with a straight face?" Oliver asked."
