"Instead of passion, you have regret. In place of effort, you are mired in memory. You sink in nothingness and your heart drowns in despair. At times--usually at night--it's a physical pain, both sharp and dull. The anguish is unbearable." Royce reached out and grabbed Myron by the wrist. He wanted him to stop--needed him to stop. "You feel you have no choices. Your love for those who have gone makes you hold tight to their memory and the pain of their loss. You feel to do anything else would be disloyal to them," Myron went on, placing his free hand on top of Royce's and patting it gently. "While the idea of leaving is at first impossible to contemplate, the question you need to ask is, how would they feel knowing that you are torturing yourself because of them? Is this what they would want? Is that what you would want them to do if the situation was reversed? If you love them, you need to let go of your pain and live your life. To do otherwise is a selfish cruelty."