[ Dick. Nods, at first, accepting the fact, as he's told. ]

[ And then the consequences him him. Cupid is a god. He's immortal. The teenager's shoulders hunch, making the poorly folded wings bunch under his hoodie even worse. ]

That means I won't get to see my family again, doesn't it.

[ So, so quiet. Whatever magic this is - however great the need, and Dick has seen the state of the town. This isn't a fable he can escape from, now. (Bats. Even the brightest of them will always see the downside to things. ]