The never-ending ache of love and sorrow. Perhaps in some other life I could have refused, could have torn my hair and screamed, and made him face his choice alone. But not in this one. He would sail […] and I would follow, even into death. (insp.)
We lived in the same city for fifteen, sixteen months, traveling together, late nights together, long hours together, everything, all of these elements and we were doing it together as a force, and in that way, the fellowship became a reality.