[Resigned to her condition. Living a half life. Those are statements that resonate deeply with the young clergyman, who has long understood his time to be limited, who knows far too well what it is to feel as though his existence is a burden that he'd rather endure than put upon others. As such, he cannot help but empathize with her plight. He doesn't know how dangerous it will be to him, or what risks might come because of this venture; he cannot promise that he will be entirely comfortable with even the process, given his moral qualms, but—
Well, he owes Miss Rey a great deal, and more than that, he knows what it is like to suffer because of a condition that cannot be helped, cannot be cured. If there were some chance to be rid of his affliction, would he not take it? Would he not rather live than to have those he cares for bear his loss?
He knows what they would say, and even with his own cowardice fighting against him... he finds he would say the same.]
Does she know about this? About how much you care?
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Well, he owes Miss Rey a great deal, and more than that, he knows what it is like to suffer because of a condition that cannot be helped, cannot be cured. If there were some chance to be rid of his affliction, would he not take it? Would he not rather live than to have those he cares for bear his loss?
He knows what they would say, and even with his own cowardice fighting against him... he finds he would say the same.]
Does she know about this? About how much you care?