There's no denying that when you reflect on everything you've done several years from now, there will at no point be things that you "didn't mean" to do. As an individual, I believe you should have autonomous control over your feelings and actions. As such, you 'mean' to do(more) things to a certain extent. I mean, of course you do. If you didn't, are you really living?
By 'meaning' to do things, you give your life meaning. Simple math that anyone can understand. Therefore, is "I didn't mean it" a viable excuse? I've been meaning to get some sleep...
"Do you ever stop to think about how weird this is?" Carver mused on the way out of the restaurant. "You're over eight hundred years old. Isn't this like pedophilia for you?"
Eden stiffened beside him, and in a moment he seemed to sense he'd hit a genuine sore(more) spot, not just one of her many walls. He looped an arm around her waist awkwardly.
"That was a joke, Eden. Ignore it."
"Next I suppose you're going to mention that we're not of the same species and tell me that makes it bestiality as well." Her mouth twisted. "Though I'd argue that you're the beast in such a situation, you stupid child."
The insult rankled, but only mildly; he was more surprised that he'd managed to offend her this much. "Eden, I'm part witch. I wouldn't say that."
"You would have a month ago."
"Yes, probably," Carver conceded. "But I wouldn't have meant it. It isn't true. If it were scientifically true that witch and silent were two different species, I wouldn't exist."
"I don't think it's a very funny joke," Eden said, still stiff in his arms.
"Yes, I realize that. I'm sorry. He stopped and looked her in the eye and repeated it. "I'm sorry, Eden."
He could feel her breathe as she tried to relax. Finally she let herself settle in his arms.
"My love for you is not yet secure enough to withstand all doubts," she said. "Take care."(less)