The rite for becoming an aristo makes the transition much smoother. Just a few days ago, I felt strongly about things like meages do. Now, my mind is nearly entirely driven by logic.

Logic says that because I am uncomfortable with this, I should not tell you about it. But my heart says that you are Edward, and I should tell you because I trust you. There are so many inconsistencies in my mind, and wading through them is tiresome. A man should be a meage or an aristo. Not both.