My condolences. In the end, one has little recourse but to accept that they were fortunate enough to love at all.
[Acceptance of the existence of the thing that causes pain.
It's easier for her to say, as only a reader of these poems and not someone like himself who finds resonance in them. As someone whose perspective on pain has been dramatically, invisibly altered.]
Or give a little more enough times and erode entirely. It takes a certain strength of humanity to give truly selflessly, looking for nothing in return. [Though she doesn't say it out loud, a layer of implication rests in her words that he should be easily able to grasp: They're unlikely to find many people of that disposition here, especially on Zenith's side. Many of Yima's followers are reaching for their own celestial bodies, just out of reach.]
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[Acceptance of the existence of the thing that causes pain.
It's easier for her to say, as only a reader of these poems and not someone like himself who finds resonance in them. As someone whose perspective on pain has been dramatically, invisibly altered.]
Or give a little more enough times and erode entirely. It takes a certain strength of humanity to give truly selflessly, looking for nothing in return. [Though she doesn't say it out loud, a layer of implication rests in her words that he should be easily able to grasp: They're unlikely to find many people of that disposition here, especially on Zenith's side. Many of Yima's followers are reaching for their own celestial bodies, just out of reach.]