" And then he would come. To his senses. For who knew better than Justin Chase where all of that emotional attachment would lead. The holding would devolve into a jealous clench, the loving would become a bitter chain around both their necks, the possession would turn into soul-killing ownership, the sun-dappled future would darken, the spawn would die, and there would be nothing left but the misery and the pain. "

― William Lashner , The Barkeep