[Dandy is a cantankerous bastard on most days, quick to anger or throw hands over the slightest grievance. And yet, it is rare for him to experience the ugly kind of fury that's past the point of petty foolishness. Jonathan might as well have squirted lemon juice into one of his eyes.]

You're not the only one suffering in here.

You think I don't hate this place?

[He tilts his chin towards the ceiling. There is no sky full of stars above them, only water. So much water that Dandy suddenly thinks he can feel the weight of it all crashing down on him, like a one-two punch from gravity and salt, pulling him towards the center of the Earth and filling his lungs all at once.]

I've had plenty of girlfriends.

[Oh, several.

He speaks with an air of resigned weakness, doing his best to ignore the many, many, many images flashing through his mind. Each and every woman he's ever felt some string of passion for, parsed throughout the millennia, most of their faces blurry and their silhouettes dimly traced in black... They're being revived within his psyche, and worst of all?

He can't remember which one, for the love of god, got the closest to returning his feelings.]

It's just that none of 'em have ever worked out.