Is it really so foolish, to wonder about the manner of your own death? To acknowledge that even strength won't keep you safe forever?
[ He is a dead man, after all. It seems only natural that this should dwell on his mind. ]
He and you may not be the same, but there's no shame in what he is, just the same as there's no shame in what you are. [ Perhaps the prince isn't exactly to his tastes (and why does that matter, exactly? there's a furious argument in the back of his head for a moment about WHY, EXACTLY, DOES THAT MATTER), but it's no reason to condemn him or scorn him for it. ] Does it make you stronger, to discard him? Is there a curse, on his reason for being, or yours?
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[ He is a dead man, after all. It seems only natural that this should dwell on his mind. ]
He and you may not be the same, but there's no shame in what he is, just the same as there's no shame in what you are. [ Perhaps the prince isn't exactly to his tastes (and why does that matter, exactly? there's a furious argument in the back of his head for a moment about WHY, EXACTLY, DOES THAT MATTER), but it's no reason to condemn him or scorn him for it. ] Does it make you stronger, to discard him? Is there a curse, on his reason for being, or yours?