even though it kinda is...

Somebody's gunna need lots of hugs o3o

I'm gonna say... yes, you are a monster, quite a horrid one at that.

It is, and it isn't. While Hector has said, he wouldn't object to dying. He's never said he'd want it to end now. There's one way to stop this from being a "crime" ask Hector. If he wants to live, then the methods though gruesome are acceptable. It's not as though you purposely killed the creature. The deed was done. This time...it's a bit more *cringe* but, if he wishes to live. It's a tad more acceptable. If Hector does choose no. Accept it, love him. And let him go....or you truly will be a bigger monster then what you feel you are now

I approve of your characterization of Fenriria. My congratulations on your craft.

Even a monster has a motive. A reason, sometimes that only makes sense to themselves, for what they do. Fen is rationalizing, and she is doing what she does out of a somewhat selfish motive, but anyone who has ever lost someone close can at least understand what she means.

TM

Letting go is the hardest thing we ever have to do. When it seems like the world, or something in it, is bound and determined to take away every precious thing you've ever had... it can be hard not to tighten your grasp on what you still have. And the harder you hold the people you love, the less able they are to breathe.

Fear. Fear seems to be one of the major reasons people fall into sin. When fear grips the heart, it is easy to reach for anything that might bring comfort or security. Not all of them are reasonable, and quite a few are wrong. I don't know what she's been through. All I know is that so long as the fear of being alone possesses her, she will continue as she has always done, for better or for worse.

Oh DAMN... I wanna give this gal a hug so bad!

Poor thing.

She's desperate to keep him alive, cause she's seen him die painfully with his soul in that gem in constant torment post-mortem...

And he's the only one that in her youth gave a crap about her, "curse" and all.

Imagine if there was but one soul in the entirety of the world that cared about you, warts and all...what would you do, to keep them around or alive? *hugs Fen*

After all, in the novel Hunchback, Quasimodo was devastated when Esermelda died, she was the only one to really show him compassion...if momentarily...that when she was buried in a mausoleum...he crawled in there with her corpse...and his skeleton was found next to it years later.

'Tis simply the story of a gothic figure as always.