"You've been my best friend since we were kids, Puck," she said, reaching out to touch his shoulder. "I don't want to lose that."
“But you’re willing to give it up for some... some traitor who doesn’t even belong here.” He laughed sharply, shaking his head. “He didn’t even belong with the humans. Figured you’d take pity on him.”
“I know enough,” he replied sharply. “I know that the fairies didn’t even want him, and the humans imprisoned him. I know that he took you from me. I know that he’s fooled you into believing his son story. Anything else I’m missing?”
“Yeah? What did you expect, Calliope?” he asked, standing up. “Did you expect me to rejoice? No, you felt guilty, and you wanted me to alleviate that guilt. Well, guess what? You should feel guilty. You should feel badly.”
"I expected you to have some decency," she said sharply. "Why should I feel guilty for liking him, Puck? You're.. You're just saying these things because you're upset. You don't know the full story."
“Yeah,” he replied sharply. “Yeah, that’s what it is. I’m upset. You know, Calliope, I hope for your sake that I’m not right. But when he breaks your heart, don’t come crying for me. I won’t be there.”
"That's.. That's fine, Puck. I just.. You aren't looking at anyone else's side. You're just assuming things."
“I’m not looking at anyone else’s side?” he replied incredulously. “Get out of here, Calliope. I don’t want to see your face.”
