What does it mean to be a nation? To live forever?
It means day after day after day of feeling death, emotions swirling that are not yours, putting up with people because they are the same breed as you, eventually falling into that trap, age old as its winged creator.
Love.
Loving someone who will never seem to love you back, who will always avoid you. Who thinks you only like the feeling of lust and never would love him.
Thinking the worst of you while you see sunlight in all they do.
What is to like to fall in love when you live forever?
It sucks. You know that one day you will suddenly fall out of love as powerfully as you fell into love. You know that most likely they will never love you, even if forever lasts for its allotted time.
Even if you were to dissolve, to die without a trace or be replaced, they would never return your stolen heart.
Arthur is in love.
Francis is in love.
His love would go for anyone but draws the line at him, for his sins.
His love loves in the most general sense, offering friendship to a few and fussing like a mother hen over those hurt, but never looks for love, never looks to Francis without a frown.
What forever means?
An eternally breaking heart, for your love. That is forever.