𝐹𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒,
𝐴 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑔𝑎𝑧𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑒.
𝐴𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡,
𝑅𝑒𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐺𝑖𝑓𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐺𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒.
I wish not for your death by my hands.
Must you surrender to such stubbornness?
It is you who has surrendered to stubbornness, not me.
It was your hand that signed your life away to The Accord.
I assure, my disposition is no more unmoving than yours.
My loyalty is not to the contractor but to the cause.
These guilty hands are controlled not by my faithful heart.
The Accord's will only… happens to collide with mine.
So your loyalty has been conquered?
After stubborn wills have diverged,
you've followed the path of formality
over the path of friendship?
No, never! I am loyal to you forever...
But their pardon came not without my pledge.
You made a pledge to me first.
What, has our vow expired
upon the fabrication of that anew?
Is our bond so easily overwritten by ink?
These pledges… are different in nature.
They can't be compared.
Yet they can remain in such conflict.
So tell me, different how?
In that ours allows you to **** me,
yet The Accord's forbids you from dissent?
Is that the distinction?
That their contract outranks our hearts?
After all we shared,
you sold your life away
and now you must return to me the receipt
scribed in my own blood?
No… Ours is bound through love.
Theirs binds me by law.
Ours was discovered.
Theirs was compelled…
Justice commands me at Her mercy
if I breach The Accord's constraints.
And She cares not for context
when dealing punishment.
Between obligation and friend,
if one must be betrayed,
what choice am I supposed to make?
Which do you believe is stronger then?
Law or love?
Love, of course!
The law… a mere trifle…
in the face of love.
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑜, 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑙𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑑,
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐺𝑖𝑓𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡ℎ,
𝐵𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑤𝑛 𝑠𝑤𝑖𝑓𝑡.
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒’𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡,
𝐶𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑔𝑎𝑝,
𝐴𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐺𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒'𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡.
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝𝑠,
𝑆𝑜, 𝑡𝑜𝑜, 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝐺𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒.
All the love of my life remains through death.
And the dead…
The dead no longer need obey the laws of the living.
Contracts expire with life,
but our vow is everlasting in the freedom of eternity.
When this contract ends upon my final breath,
I will have the rest of forever to make it up to you.
I promise I'll start,
soon.
Feb 14
Feb 14, 2026 at 8:59 AM UTC
𝐹𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒,
𝐴 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑔𝑎𝑧𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑒.
𝐴𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡,
𝑅𝑒𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐺𝑖𝑓𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐺𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒.
I wish not for your death by my hands.
Must you surrender to such stubbornness?
It is you who has surrendered to stubbornness, not me.
It was your hand that signed your life away to The Accord.
I assure, my disposition is no more unmoving than yours.
My loyalty is not to the contractor but to the cause.
These guilty hands are controlled not by my faithful heart.
The Accord's will only… happens to collide with mine.
So your loyalty has been conquered?
After stubborn wills have diverged,
you've followed the path of formality
over the path of friendship?
No, never! I am loyal to you forever...
But their pardon came not without my pledge.
You made a pledge to me first.
What, has our vow expired
upon the fabrication of that anew?
Is our bond so easily overwritten by ink?
These pledges… are different in nature.
They can't be compared.
Yet they can remain in such conflict.
So tell me, different how?
In that ours allows you to **** me,
yet The Accord's forbids you from dissent?
Is that the distinction?
That their contract outranks our hearts?
After all we shared,
you sold your life away
and now you must return to me the receipt
scribed in my own blood?
No… Ours is bound through love.
Theirs binds me by law.
Ours was discovered.
Theirs was compelled…
Justice commands me at Her mercy
if I breach The Accord's constraints.
And She cares not for context
when dealing punishment.
Between obligation and friend,
if one must be betrayed,
what choice am I supposed to make?
Which do you believe is stronger then?
Law or love?
Love, of course!
The law… a mere trifle…
in the face of love.
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑜, 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑙𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑑,
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐺𝑖𝑓𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡ℎ,
𝐵𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑤𝑛 𝑠𝑤𝑖𝑓𝑡.
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒’𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡,
𝐶𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑔𝑎𝑝,
𝐴𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐺𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒'𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡.
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝𝑠,
𝑆𝑜, 𝑡𝑜𝑜, 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝐺𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒.
All the love of my life remains through death.
And the dead…
The dead no longer need obey the laws of the living.
Contracts expire with life,
but our vow is everlasting in the freedom of eternity.
When this contract ends upon my final breath,
I will have the rest of forever to make it up to you.
I promise I'll start,
soon.
