Birds of a feather...

My biggest gripe with him is that it hasn't dawned on him that life is unpredictable, that one day, one of us could suddenly cease to exist and what then? What would be the joy in having left so much unsaid? With what memories would we fill the empty silence? I understood something that he wouldn't ever admit - that we were talking about family. And family is the ultimate trap, it's something you carry with you for life; the people you come from and the marks they leave on you.

For the first time since he gave his word, he can hear his inner master fighting to be let loose and he know it is only because he is searching the universe within him for an answer that will make his love an unhealing scar on time itself, so that it will gush blood endlessly on sight and leave no chance of doubt or misinterpretation even after he gives up his body and the world fills with those who will only ever see him as an unfeeling beast. A monster willing to sacrifice everything, to get something of his own.