It warps our senses, twists our souls, can take us past hope, past cure, past help. I know about love. Its suffering, its anguish, its pain. Heaven makes means to kill our joy with love. And yet we must have it at any cost. But are you so enamored, that you will overlook your love of life? And you do love it. I've seen you smell the sea, gaze at the stars at night. Are you willing to sacrifice one mistress for another? Look into your heart, and tell me you are willing to make the choice.