I wouldn't worry. I can watch, but unless asked I cannot touch. Rules of the game.

All mortals are children to me. It's no insult. And passion burns bright. Brightest. For good or ill.

Hmm. How to explain. Hatred is a passionate thing and I do not feel passion towards you of any kind. I do not know you. The changelings have a long history among us, and it is that history I hate. More so now that it has played a part in losing me what I love the most. Do you see?

Strings deeply laid. Did you die to escape?