A smile flashed through his effusive curls as he laid down his cup.

"Why? Simple answer is, of course, because they want them back. They want what was taken returned. There is a strong element of that in myself. And it takes time - a long time, sometimes - to accept that we are no longer what we were; we've been twisted and moulded into something else, something that might not fit."

"But that does not take into account our desire for revenge. We can't avenge ourselves on the Gentry. But we can avenge ourselves on our Fetch should we find ours. Now throw in temptation - kill the Fetch... and you slot right back into your old life; albeit a life refashioned by your Fetch and one where you must needs deal with their legacy."

"There is Fear there, too. Fear of the unknown. Fear of what one has become. Fear of being... Lost. Sometimes trying to reclaim a place in the past is less daunting than beginning all over again some one... something... entirely different."

He paused again to lift his cup back to his face, letting the aroma sit just beneath his nose.

"Lavender... Magnificent. Have you ever found any of our Courtiers would rather live in the past, as you say?"

Genuine curiosity now.