Sometimes you follow something. Then that something change.

Because nothing ever stays the same. Not even math.

Have you ever followed an ideal? An idea? Something otherwise abstract enough to become uncorrupted? It’s not going to last. Even if you are one of the few who can see it to the end, that’s just it: it’s YOUR end. Not the ideal, not the idea, but yours. It just means you’ll not be around to see the development of it any more. Harsh? That’s life. Honest? Brutal, but it’s no more a lie than life.

Picture a dark horse. Then have it run. It’s night time. The horse is galloping across a wide selections of fields, giving you pause, having you stare at the magnificent being, letting your guard down to admire and envy the creature. And then it’s all over? The horse isn’t to blame. The horse just ran. It’s you. You, a thing of limitations who stopped to gaze at something beyond beauty, have noticed something: Your time have run out. You’ll not be able to see the horse race to a finish line.

Because 'tis no line but the one you set yourself.

Each miss at your chance is a costly mistake.

Are you sure you can afford it?

Like a krogan crib, crippling and condescending, bringing you one step closer to what’s not important. Why? Let’s get one thing straight. If it’s a distraction, it’s not that important. You can lie as much to yourself as you’d like, it’s not going to change the fact. Andraste be merciful, you don’t know it’s coming and there’s nothing you can do about at all.

Do you need some space? I can offer you just that.

Given enough time, any one may master the physical. With enough knowledge, any one may become wise. It is the true warrior who can master both.

Lost love between two parties? Oh. What I’m exhibiting is more like a platonic symbiosis rather than the typical hormonally-induced courtship behavior. That doesn’t mean that I’ve disregarded feelings out of the equation. Because I, as well as my special somepony, are humid, prepossessing Homo sapiens with full-sized aortic pumps.