Ahn, and there is the failing of your educational system, my dear dear Clove.
I shall admit... It can be such a stirring thing to see. Laying down one's life for love of another. The tragedy of one lover dying, leaving the other to go on forever alone, bereft of their warmth! The decision to die together, even, bleeding intertwined, locked in the last embrace, silently conveying the passions of the heart! Words unsaid! Deeds undone! A future lost so another may be gained!
Ah, but love can be so much more complex than simply sacrificing yourself for another and calling it a day. Better that your affections run so deep that you simply cannot imagine a world where you must make the other suffer the loss of you. The guilt of having let you die so he may live, it can crush a man's soul, leaving him a bitter husk of remorse. Or worse, your sacrifice goes unnoticed. No mourning, no tears shed. You die and he goes on, uncaring, unmarred by your most pitiful death. No, it is far better to ensure that your love remains as passionate and poignant as the day you first kissed, and drive the bitter, lovelorn knife into their heart instead. Holding them tenderly as the Holy Light leaves their eyes, letting them know that it is better this way, that your heart shall have only ever belonged to them and theirs to you...
Which is the more noble sacrifice? To die and be in ignorance or to live and remember all this aching pain?
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I shall admit... It can be such a stirring thing to see. Laying down one's life for love of another. The tragedy of one lover dying, leaving the other to go on forever alone, bereft of their warmth! The decision to die together, even, bleeding intertwined, locked in the last embrace, silently conveying the passions of the heart! Words unsaid! Deeds undone! A future lost so another may be gained!
Ah, but love can be so much more complex than simply sacrificing yourself for another and calling it a day. Better that your affections run so deep that you simply cannot imagine a world where you must make the other suffer the loss of you. The guilt of having let you die so he may live, it can crush a man's soul, leaving him a bitter husk of remorse. Or worse, your sacrifice goes unnoticed. No mourning, no tears shed. You die and he goes on, uncaring, unmarred by your most pitiful death. No, it is far better to ensure that your love remains as passionate and poignant as the day you first kissed, and drive the bitter, lovelorn knife into their heart instead. Holding them tenderly as the Holy Light leaves their eyes, letting them know that it is better this way, that your heart shall have only ever belonged to them and theirs to you...
Which is the more noble sacrifice? To die and be in ignorance or to live and remember all this aching pain?