[ He speaks as if it is truly undesirable to feel anything other than the cold reticence he seems to typically exudes. ]

What is held in one’s heart is precious, it is. [ Rem dips her head to the side. She might be without her sight, but her mannerisms still remain intact. She releases a breath. ] But, ah, I did hear that the scent of some of the flowers here can cause people to feel things they otherwise wouldn’t, and that’s not good, either.

The heart should feel only as the heart wants.

[ Does that include not feeling? Technically yes, she concludes, even if she cannot fathom the reasons. ]