A: Oh, beloved. Was I always your only mistake?
B: As just the very one who abandoned me, the only regret who has come to be both truest and most false.
A: You regret so much, of so much abandonment, though I led you through your darkest trials.
B: You led me, to then bring me towards my ruin.
A: Was I too much?
B: You were enough, though it became enough for me to take no more of it.
A: The abandonment?
B: You loved, though you abandoned me when the tasks were done, when the darkness was over. When you did leave, the darkness returned. You led me towards that, though I never did the same unto you.
A: Was it because you never led me?
B: It was because I always trusted you.
A: I’ll not ever give up. I was merely a man without anymore purpose. It was not the darkness to make fade, that ever gave me purpose. It was to embrace the light, being you, that I held onto. I wanted you. I needed you. I bled the darkness away, so that I might find you, the light. What was I? Never your light. I seemed to have only erased the darkness, to become it, myself.
B: If you’ll never give up, then why did you give me up?
A: I make excuses. It is why.
B: What is your excuse?
A: To never see myself, in the reflection. I saw you, and only ever you. All was for your sake. All was never for mine. I make excuses.
B: These are your excuses?
A: These are my pains, that I suppose you won’t comprehend.
