There exists an exchange of trust between the ruler and the ruled. Abuse that from either direction and all mutual agreements are nullified. - Steven Erikson

Sometimes, mortals did indeed forget. Sometimes, mortals needed ... reminding.

Grief isolates, and every ritual, every gesture, every embrace, is a hopeless effort to break through that isolation. None of it works. The forms crumble and dissolve. To face death is to stand alone.

He is strong enough to stand exposed, revealing all that is vulnerable within him. He is brave enough to invite you ever closer. If you hurt him, he will withdraw, as he must, and that path to him will be thereafter for ever sealed. But he begins with the gift of himself. What the other does with it defines the future of that particular relationship.