"From what I understand, your brother was fine." Lust shrugged. She wasn't skilled in comforting others. "The two of you have an uncanny knack for survival."

She tilted her head, thinking over what he added. "Yes. Attachments are weaknesses. And yet... to be without them is a weakness as well. And here... I suppose there are those I, too, would feel the loss of. Though look at the situation in this manner: remain here, and you have your mother. Alive and well and human. Is that not a tempting prospect?"