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[spirit_cobra]

I have heard a great many thing said about love. Some say it's fleeting, that it is here and gone in a matter of years. Others believe it is enduring, stretching well past the limited span of a human life into eternity. I have heard that love fades, that love perseveres, that love is gentle, that love is cruel.

And I find myself unable to believe any of them.

I exist beyond my own death, this is true. But without her, without the object of my love and affection, what is my love for her but a hollow shadow of an emotion? Can love exist without object, without expression, without a meaning or a purpose? I know that I love her, but is it her or my memory of her that keeps the affection dear?

Perhaps all of these things are not meant to be pondered by humans. I cannot say because I think I have lost touch with what it means to truly be human, if I ever knew at all.

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[forgottenmother]

[Oh, good questions! Ammy will add her two cents into this.]

I believe that love is a combination of many things! The object, the memories, and the emotions blend together to create this feeling. It starts with the person, the object, and then the memories keep it alive within your heart and mind. It's like a reminder of why you love them.

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[spirit_cobra]

But what does one do when the object of their love dies? If they are gone from this world and we remain, how then can we love what no longer exists?

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[thinkinman]

Love pulls everyone and everything together, even if you don't have an object.

Of course it can exist without someone being here with you.

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[spirit_cobra]

You seem certain of this.

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[libraritology]

[Hoo boy. Who better to reply to this sort of message than the young woman who immersed herself in romance and adventure novels as a girl?]

I think love is the sort of thing that transcends death.

[She didn't stop loving her parents after they'd died. She didn't stop loving her brother even after showing up here, with no one else.]

Just because someone isn't there doesn't mean you can't continue to love them. There doesn't have to be a reason, either.

You can love indiscriminately. It isn't as though there's a finite amount of it in the world.

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[spirit_cobra]

I suppose that is so. But then, if someone is not with you, are you still in love with the person? Or the idea of them?

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[libraritology]

I think so. The idea of a person isn't what's left behind if they go away. What remains is a memory, certainly, but just because it's intangible doesn't mean it's any less real.

[video forever]

[brainkegger]

[Have some blankly staring T.]

Shit's deep.

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[spirit_cobra]

I think I am meant to take that as a compliment.

[brainkegger]

If you want!

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[sadfreezingbrit]

[ Oh. You. ]

Were you ever human to begin with?

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[spirit_cobra]

Was I? That is such an interesting question. I had normal parents, and normal siblings. I lived around normal people. However I have always been anything but normal. I doubt that I can come up with a simple answer to such a question.

Except to say I do not know.

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[sadfreezingbrit]

Were your answers ever anything but vague?

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[aangairnomad]

....

[Aang ponnders the man's writing. This is pretty philosophical, and he's not sure he can give him a good answer on his own. Taking a deep breath, Aang silently wills his past lives to guide him in saying the right words for this kind of dilemma.]

...Love is more than just an emotion, a memory. Love is an energy, infinite and evolving. It can be cruel, yes, but that energy remains regardless.

Even if the object of your affections may not be with you, that love is just as much a part of yourself as the toes on your feet or the fingers on your hand. The simple fact that you hold onto this love after your death makes you more truly human than you have ever been.

My soul has lived countless lifetimes, and loved countless souls in that time. And although my body may change, the affection that I feel towards my loved ones are just as important and enduring as those of my past lives. Death is not the end of love. The only one who can end that love is the person who feels it, and even then, they'll forever be influenced and haunted by the echoes of that energy.

[He sighs, his shoulders sagging. That was definitely something he couldn't have come up with on his own.]

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[spirit_cobra]

*Because of this answer, it merits Sorrow actually attempting to speak. The audio clicks on, and his voice comes through heavy static and rather spaced and strained*

........Such wisdom.....................................in a child......

....
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I am impressed............and moved.

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[aangairnomad]

I hope this helps you. If you should ever need my help in anything, please, don't be afraid to ask.

[Aang is curious about the man, but he controls his usual outgoing nature to act more reserved. He decides to let Sorrow decide whether or not he wishes to get to know Aang.

Despite this, he can't help but want to know his name.]

My name is Aang. What's yours?

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[follow_the_dead]

[She's speaking softly, as if she's unsure of saying anything at all.]

...It's still real love. It still exists.

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[spirit_cobra]

You do not sound like you believe that. Is the thought so frail that speaking it aloud might shatter the reality of it?

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[follow_the_dead]

N-no! That's not...[She trails off, taking a moment to try again.]

I'm in the same situation you are, but I would still call it love. How could you do any different?

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[last_liar]

I think people just don't want to look at it that way...

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[spirit_cobra]

I am starting to get the feeling that many people's idea of love is a terribly fragile thing. They cannot define it or qualify it because if they observe it too closely, they may not like what they find.

What of you? You've lost many...did you hold any affection for them? And does it persist here?

audio forever; hellooooo 8)

[last_liar]

...Yeah. I was really close with Mitsuki and me and Hajime got kind of close...

[He sighs a little.]

I...I still miss them. I guess that counts, doesn't it?

[reckless_eagle]

You totally don't need to be human-human to love someone.

It's--it's like, something really powerful, you know? And it can hurt, sometimes, but it can also give you incredible hope and strength even then.

[spirit_cobra]

I did always draw a great deal of strength from the one I loved. We supported each other, and even after my death, I looked after her.

But I do not know if she still loved me. Often times I wondered if she feared me more than anything.

[reckless_eagle]

Well, like... the way they feel doesn't have to change the way you feel. I've loved someone for a really long time, who didn't love me the same way, and--and my feelings were still something really strong, and stuff.