Ah so it is a case of the latter. I see. [Grell sighs and runs a hand through the mess of red hair.]

Well, I can't say your story isn't one for the ages - a tragedy made all the more poignant by your affections, all the more heartbreaking because neither of you survive.

However, you're sixteen. Come now, child, don't you think you're selling yourself a bit short? One man won't love you, so you just throw your life and love down forever? Take it from someone who has lived centuries - it shall get better, if you wish it to do so.