Break my heart and I'll give it to you, free of hidden strings or shadows of regret. It was yours from the beginning, since before it became flesh. You're surprised. Did I steal your victory, cruel one? Defeat never tasted so sweet - ambrosia - on my parched lips, and my mind grows hazy with the heady fragrance of power. It's addictive, my tormentor, and now I understand. I see it swirling in the depths of your eyes - ancient and amber, and it drives you mad with want; it mars your wondrous gaze with storms of black that feed on your desire. It carves you hollow.

I ask nothing of you, don't frown, petulant one. Smoothen your brow, let me share your burden. Lean on me, I'll hold you up. They can't see beyond appearance, my lord, merely skimming over gilded masks. I'll keep you safe. Stand tall, countenance unyielding, and receive your due. I submit.

Keep your light in check, it shines through - mercy is unbecoming. I'll help you overcome your affliction - affection, and I'll strengthen your resolve. Let me. If your path requires sacrifice, I will be your toll. Don't look back - forget - and you'll see ahead. Surely you must know, it is all for you.