Sometimes, I’m so sad because Michael Wayland was just so brave.
An intensely homophobic society, a law prohibiting him from being with his parabatai, a complete uncertainty to how anyone who might know of his feelings for another man would react, and ever straddling the potential of being unrequited even if it all ran smoothly or being requited in the fact of everything else; those were the circumstances surrounding Michael Wayland outing himself and confessing his love.
And what did he do? He didn’t conceal his heart or lock it away; he told his male best friend he loved him, and he let all the possible horrible things be damned and that is probably one of the most brave things he could have possibly done.
And it all ended so horribly for him, and I’m just so ridiculously sad his life was both short and tragic. I feel the same about Celine Montclaire, to be honest, and it’s just crushing.