"He's not in Eden, and you're not in your tragedy. Whatever you were written as, you've both found joy here, and that's a perfectly good thing. If the two of you do share a spirit, maybe your spirit figured you both deserved some joy. That said, cynicism and joy are hardly mutually exclusive." He takes a drink of his wine. "But at the risk of another comparison anywhere near as tenuous as mapping the barricades to the Fall, who do you suppose I'd share with?"