She was secretly rehearsing her death every night, and I knew, but pretended not to. Maybe I just wasn't as desperate for her. I know my love was different from yours, but it was love too. And who could blame me? If you'd seen the look on her face too, you wouldn't be able to blame me either. For humans, and for these beasts too, innocence wasn't a luxury they could afford. In this endless suffering, to love and to be loved, to hold on to hope for a day that will never come, is that a survival instinct, or selflessness?-ALNST, Karma