"The puck isn't mine to have. He is free, as am I. This isn't a lovers' quandary, it's- Slightly more complex than that," Prometheus said softly. "I love the puck, and he is wise enough to not love me in return. We share something though- History, I suppose. When I vanish, I believe it's just a reminder of how fleeting things are, even when it comes to the world's seemingly more permanent fixtures."