This is going to sound like a callous comparison. But I think that an elf would think of it in the same way that we think about our most beloved pet.
Your cat will die. You know that, right? Your lifespan exceeds your cat’s by a factor of 5. What’s the point of loving a cat if you’re just going to mourn them for decades after they die?
The point of love is that it has no point. It’s our most basic instinct, our deepest need. Everyone needs to feel love. And death doesn’t stop us from loving those who matter to us.
Apply the same idea to falling in love with someone who has a terminal illness. You will outlive that person. That is a guarantee. But love has no time limit. And the time you spend with that person will be something you hold close to you for the rest of your life, the same way that they’ll hold it for the rest of theirs.
Let elves fall in love. The world is lonely enough as it is.
starik@lemmy.zip 1 day ago
“Alone.” Pfft. Do you think she was alone for the first 200 years of her life too?
chemical_cutthroat@lemmy.world 1 day ago
Try not to suck any dicks on your way to the parking lot!
Diplomjodler3@lemmy.world 1 day ago
Don’t tell me how to live my life!
starman2112@sh.itjust.works 17 hours ago
Iirc, yeah basically. Marcille aged faster than other elves and slower than the other races of humans, so she basically never had friends growing up. That’s her entire motivation for going into the dungeon, she wants to find a way to equalize the race’s lifespans so that no one has to go through what she’s gone through anymore
fushuan@lemmy.blahaj.zone 13 hours ago
Well yeah but the text mentions elves, not half elves. I think that the pic is only tangentially related and just because they confused Marcille’s ears as elf ears.