You were the one who told me freedom was the right of all sentient beings, and that we must fight for said freedom. But now you abandon that belief. Do you not believe that as long as our sparks survive, there is still a chance at winning this war?

It is a brilliant invention, but one I do not need

Love is a hard thing to describe. But when you think about it, love is what you want it to be, in any shape, form, expression, words, emotion... love is the willingness to prioritise another’s well-being or happiness above your own. It requires respect, trust, honesty. It is a powerful force. It is there for everyone to embrace. Love does not begin and end the way we think it will. Love is like a battlefield; it is a war; it is us growing up