A Love Story Everyone needs someone. In the long blustery nights of pain and death and exertion beyond reason. The years of loneliness by necessity, of isolation in fear of hurting another, as you hurt yourself. There are jobs to be done. You learn to go about them without tears to shed, without thought of your own needs. Few must be sacrificed to save many, and you will not sacrifice anyone but yourself. And so it goes. The surprise of a kindred spirit sets you aback, but your skill is so well-developed that no one can see the difference. You cling to each other from the moment you meet, unwittingly, but clinging just the same. You’ve both been fighting so long, carrying scars everywhere, and then a wondrous chance unveils itself before your eyes, and you both take it, give into weakness for once in your long-suffering lives. You savor the bond slowly, for it is one neither has felt before, will feel again. And be damned to those who dare stand in your way. And all once more you’re are isolated, but not each alone. No, you stand apart from the world together, giving it a detached look of understanding, knowing that of which you cannot share. And you greet each challenge with a smirk, knowing that you both will fight to the end, and that they will not. Slowly but surely you make your way through the lies. Slowly you see your opponents die, and taste victory at hand. Till the day comes when you’ve fought with every ounce of yourself for years and years. And through the weakness in yourself your vow to never give up was never unheard. And you collapse into the arms of victory, bonelessly together. You’ve sacrificed no lives of pureness, but your own. Everything you ever had you whisked away, out of sight out of mind, into safety. Away from you. In the end, the ruins of war around you, the spoils of freedom handed to all, you’ve given up everything, have nothing, but your hard-won triumph, and each other. Two minds brought together by love, and the knowledge that they know more than they should ever know, together.