Truism 48 : Moderation kills the spirit

You were the type of person who always wanted more. You wanted more fun, more excitement, more from life. You wanted more missions, more danger, more experience. You wanted more laughter, more games. And you most definitely wanted more of him. He was your sweetest downfall, your weakest point, your most seductive drug. Knowing that you couldn't have all you wanted of him, knowing that his priesthood, robes and tradition kept you from drinking your fill of him…it was killing you slowly. Even the others had noticed the change in you, your normally exuberant and bubbly personality shadowed now by melancholy introspection and depression.

But only you and he knew why.

You needed more.

He couldn't give you more.

It was a doomed thing from the start.