Do you think I do not ask because I do not wish to know? That isn't the reason. That will never be the reason. I do not ask because the you of here and now, warm and alive in my arms, is what I am concerned with. What is it that made you, fascinating you, debilitating you, delicious intoxicating addictive you? Of course it matters. It brought you to me. But my knowing it will not change that you, the you of right now, in my arms. And I love you, and I always will. Nothing can change that, Quinn. Not a single thing. Nothing.