I believe we have our ways to deal with things, Beril. I know many of us would choose to become edgy and bitter after times of crumbles, and you did too. But I am trying not to let my softness change, I can be merciless to myself even though I wouldn't be to other people. At the end of the day, who doesn't want love?
Do not worry about the blood, as long as our wings aren't broken, we would still fly further than we can imagine, fly to the land which hasn't been stained in blood. That's the place where your mesmerizing feathers would flap freely amongst the flowers I would have pollinated.
Yes it did, and yours too, my dearest. As you saw it in me, I saw the same thing in you.