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It seems strange to me, how two who have never known love, never felt a caring embrace, and never heard whispers of comfort for pain, can feel so strongly, that it surpasses the wars, and the unshed tears, and the blood, that has defined them. It seems strange to me, that something as tiny as a pearl, can hold everything that a man has, his past, painful as it is, his family, though they will never know, and his newest companion, one so like him, they are bound in an instant. It seems strange to me, that the chains and bindings of her past, the only reminders of the pain, of the emptyness and the screams, can in turn give her such relief, make her heart beat so fast it hurts, at the mere sight of the one who has removed them. It seems strange to me, that the most painful of moments can bring comfort, the torrents of blood can bring peace, the angels of death can bring life. Yet, perhaps this is the beauty of love, its ability to change darkness to light, to bring two of such tragic pasts together, each a touniquet for the tears and the pain of the other. Something so unclear, becomes pure as crystal and perhaps it is not so strange after all The will to live: She has saved him The power to forget: He has freed her The ability to love: They will teach each other... All in time.