Imagine dying for someone. Imagine dying to not only give them the possibility of life, but to hope beyond anything that it would be worth it. The the person you died for would at least be kinder, happier, more empathetic because you were in their life. Imagine slowly, painfully poisoning yourself for that outcome.
Then, imagine coming face to face with the reality that, because you died, that person became colder, more isolated, less empathetic. Imagine learning that they had to live on a battlefield for 5 years to survive, and that they had come to enjoy it, because killing meant nothing to them now.
Imagine dying for someone, and failing to realize that they also died with you that day.
Imagine dying for someone. Imagine dying to not only give them the possibility of life, but to hope beyond anything that it would be worth it. The the person you died for would at least be kinder, happier, more empathetic because you were in their life. Imagine slowly, painfully poisoning yourself for that outcome.
Then, imagine coming face to face with the reality that, because you died, that person became colder, more isolated, less empathetic. Imagine learning that they had to live on a battlefield for 5 years to survive, and that they had come to enjoy it, because killing meant nothing to them now.
Imagine dying for someone, and failing to realize that they also died with you that day.