Do not question my love, nor counsel caution. We are none of us blessed with the gift of foresight, so how dare you feign a knowledge over me of which you have no claim? Blood binds by loyalty, not obligation; clasped hands, not iron fetters. I acknowledge your experience, your desire to impart wisdom, yet do not concede to it my own free will. If nothing else, I am owed the right to suffer or thrive based on the consequences of my own decisions. A proffered heart is the concern of no one but the giver and receiver. If nothing else, trust in my faith that I commit my own into no safer hands than these.