But never speak again of your love for my poor brother.
How could she speak of love, when we had only just met?
It was the first time she had heard him speak of love.
And so, from this, he began to speak of love.
How could one with an exterior like mine speak of love?
They had not spoken of their love, for that would have been too painful.
In half a decade, they had not spoken of love, or its lack.
"But we were just beginning to speak of love," she murmured.
How may I speak of love with him who slew my brother?
He spoke of love so seldom that his question nearly broke her.
