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[it's safer not to say it, to continue in that thin veil of illusion. dear friends, not beyond that, even though he's promised his heart. this is nothing born out of proximity or desperation, it's merely a fact that catches at Edmond's heart whenever he sees those eyes, hears his voice. he can't lie about this, can't be anything but a fool disarmed entirely, would allow Hans to skewer his heart with his pen and write with his blood should it please him.]

With everything that I am.

[he couldn't say something so precious if he didn't mean it. please believe me. this is no cruel game but his existence.]