“Your music embalms wounds which previously seemed unreachable. The resulting and long-lasting pain is certainly punishing, debilitating. And indeed, while not devoid of tenderness, the lessons here unearthed were never to be deemed anything else but bittersweet tasks. And how could they not be? You were born alone, you live alone, and so shall your feelings henceforth operate within the most fundamentally isolated spheres of suffering. Now, since you seem to be well aware of the severity of the situation, suck it up.”
“Am I also to be well aware that you take as much as you give? Nothing less, nothing more?”
“You already are fully aware of the sacrifices I demand. This is all about endurance, after all. Suck it up.”