|“||I only know that I love, and that denying it is as impossible as admitting it to him.||”|
Passepartout may find Jamil on the streets of Marrakesh. He asks him, abruptly, if he has ever been in love, before admitting that he is in love with his commander, who is both male and well above his station, defying social convention. He risks everything in telling him so, and so feels he cannot. Passepartout is the first person he has ever told, and he thanks him for listening.