"I KNOW my selfish exodus set in motion a cataclysmic circle of grief and suffering set to echo throughout the epochs." Your voice drops to a hoarse whisper as you hold her turbulent gaze. "If unmaking me is the only path to atonement thou deemst worthy, then let it be so... but I beg of thee, seared into thine immortal psyche as my countenance clearly remains: know that not a single tick of my hourglass has passed these thousand years removed from my enduring love for thee, sweet moonbeam. Make of that meager remembrance what thou wilt."