[Her beloved, then. The frankness of the answer startles her. After praising her own interests, she admits to something so unhappy. But then again, they are both on Despair.]
I don't find it mundane. I understand it, to a degree. Ordinary things can have such a hollowness, without an anchor. My heart has always belonged to the Locked Tomb - without it, I could not find any meaning in anything else.
[It's an irrational attachment, beyond a religious fervor and more of an obsession. But it feels harder to be so attached to a living and breathing person, a person who could be taken from you, or choose to leave you behind.]
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[Her beloved, then. The frankness of the answer startles her. After praising her own interests, she admits to something so unhappy. But then again, they are both on Despair.]
I don't find it mundane. I understand it, to a degree. Ordinary things can have such a hollowness, without an anchor. My heart has always belonged to the Locked Tomb - without it, I could not find any meaning in anything else.
[It's an irrational attachment, beyond a religious fervor and more of an obsession. But it feels harder to be so attached to a living and breathing person, a person who could be taken from you, or choose to leave you behind.]