You associate specific art with the people you care about.

[All talk of lamb was out the window; Chilton had a different species of meat to sink his teeth into.]

As an expression of value? You recognize art as a higher form, perhaps the pinnacle of what humanity has to offer. And so naturally, those who have made an impression upon you, they have parallels drawn.

[Tigritsa. Cosima.]

Ah.

[And Chilton, in a rare display of compassion (or perhaps fear of isolating Sarissa) makes private this conversation from hereon out.]

I meant no offense to those you love, Sarissa. I simply did not see the metaphor before now.