Marius Asks

Marius would ask the following, if he knew what I knew of Robin: "You seem willing to surrender everything if it means freedom. Which do you fear more; death of love, or death of your personality, and why either?"

"Wow." Robin says looking over at her nautical cousin. "Good question."
    She thinks for little bit, opens her lips, closes them. Thinks again. Shakes her head and speaks with a cheerful smile. "Nope. It really *is* an easy question for me. Seems like it shouldn't be, but there you have it." She shrugs.
    "Death of love. Definitely."
    "I've always been more than half-convinced I was going to die shortly anyway. I put my life on the line daily for Arden and Amber. And sometimes I've been known to do crazy dangerous sh*t, just cause I can." Robin grins and winks. "The death of my personality is a concept that's been with me from day one. I can't be afraid of it, it's too familiar."
    "And lately..." Robin shakes her head as her eyes grow haunted. "Lately, I've become worried that the death of my personality may have passed from the merely familiar to the 'been there, done that.' If that's the case?" She shrugs. "It can be survived." Her lips cock in an ironic bitter smile.
    "But the death of love?" Those green eyes drift out over the room, seeing nothing and everything. "Love is... love is what makes all the rest of it bearable, Marius." She looks back to her cousin. "And more than that. It's what makes it all worthwhile."
    "The love we feel for our friends, our families, our places, our selves. The love they feel for us. It's the source for all we dream of and achieve. Without it, we're just machines going through the paces. And how horrible that would be. How very horrible."