Ah, but that's life, losing that naivety that Lavi still has. How else can you be happy for death's hand in the end of it all. You'd want to keep living if you did not believe it was your time to go and yet you still had things to do. "I hope that I will do it well, the longer I stay here the more I doubt myself..."

He smiles a little by her vehemency, "You will keep a heart for the both of us, my lady. Even if it is encased by stone, you wish only well for your people and the end of wars. To keep living life without fear of threats on your person. Those too are my wishes. But I cannot have them, I cannot have a heart. A Bookman has no need for a heart." He must be devoid of emotion and thus no heart, because they would make his records impure and opinions and preferences would leak their way in.

It's not the way that he was taught and he couldn't dishonor his mentor so by letting himself have a bleeding heart for every child he saw on the battlefield. To favor one side over the other simply because he has friends there. Yet that's what is happening to him now, he cares for those in the Order. He cares for the people he's met here. He has a heart here but has to lose it at home in time. "I do what I can while I can is all..."

Lavi just lets out a light hum in response.