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[youresovein]

[ Behold: Lestat, sprawled on a velvet couch in a leather jacket, head leaned casually on the arm rest. Visible from this selfie angle, discarded on his coffee table, is a laptop open to a word processor. He's deep in thought tonight. ]

Have you ever fallen in love? Have you ever been punched very hard in the face, or perhaps attacked by a pack of starving wolves? For those of you who've done both, would you say the experiences were at all comparable?

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[youresovein]

[ Condescending, at least, but a little bit charmed by the naivete of that answer. ]

What do you think it's supposed to feel like? Or does, I suppose. In your experience.

[uzumaniac]

I don't think it's supposed to 'feel' like anything. Love is just something that exists, something you do. It's a force that moves you, and one you can't really explain to anyone who hasn't felt it.

[He speaks with a tiredness to his voice, his words sounding more apathetic than empowering. Whether he thinks Shuichi naive or not, the boy seems pretty sure about his opinion on this subject.]

[youresovein]

A force that moves you to what?

[uzumaniac]

To their aid maybe, to do whatever they need, or whatever you can for them. To die for them.

With them.

To be stupid.

[youresovein]

A beautiful list of utterly selfless actions. The last one rings particularly true.

[uzumaniac]

When you know something isn't the best option but you do it anyway, yeah, it counts as stupid.

You sort of sound like you talk from experience yourself. Sort of.

[youresovein]

"Sort of."

[ He laughs. ]

The greater portion of my life has been spent doing incredibly stupid things for love.

[uzumaniac]

You sound bitter.

[youresovein]

Yes, well. I've lived with this for centuries now.

[uzumaniac]

[A long pause, as if showing his uncertainty in asking.]

Have you been bitter about it this whole time?