Daniel’s love for her was one long, uninterrupted stream. It was the purest form of love there was, purer even than the love Luce returned. His love flowed without breaking, without stopping. Whereas Luce’s love was wiped clean with every death, Daniel’s grew over time, across all eternity. How powerfully strong must it be by now? Hundreds of lifetimes of love stacked one top of the other? It was almost too massive for Luce to comprehend. He loved her so much, that in every lifetime, over and over again, he had to wait for her to catch up.