[God he really is Felid. That never changes and will never change, and it leaves Glen unsettled, constantly nervous of if and when it'll cross the line to real trouble. He glances at him a moment, quiet, then shoves his hands in his pockets and sighs.]

Happiness doesn't work that way. There's nothing I want that I could use my power to take, and if I tried I'd only make myself more unhappy.