You could run from someone you feared, you could try to fight someone you hated. All my reactions were geared toward those kinds of killers- the monsters, the enemies. When you loved the one who was killing you, it left you no options. How could you run, how could you fight, when doing so would hurt that beloved one? If your life was all you had to give your beloved, how could you not give it? If it was someone you truly loved?
It's no right! I don't want you to have make sacrifices for me. I want to give you things, not take things away from you. I don't want to steal your future.
Because nothing else mattered but that I could stay with him.