Acts of Sacrifice: it's tough but we're faking it so the pain won't creep out of our minds and into their hearts. The pain is infectious; and just like any good retrovirus will form a synergy when two divergent elements of each comes together. We stayed apart; 7 months. It mutated well enough, dormant at times, but killed us eventually. But at least, for us, they'd remain blessedfully ignorant.

I'm ashamed to admit that I mildly regret this now. But this remorse will only hinder us from staying the course, no? It is not the type of regret that burns one's soul at the stake, only to be reborn with a fire that nourishes the belly, a syzygy of goodness and faith. This is a selfish regret, and ranks of bitterness and spite. I shall not wander there - it is not part of the plot we've planned.



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