I honestly think that crying over a book is one of the most prominent sign of compassion for humanity. You’re crying over someone who isn’t really there, doesn’t really exist, but you still feel for them as if you have known them your entire life.
It was something that came very naturally to Shai and I. We have lots of similarities, but we also have enough differences which creates fire. When two people are the same it doesn’t do well for chemistry.
Hairdresser: do you like it?
Me: yes thank you
*goes home and cries*
The moment in The Hobbit when you start crying.
How desperate are you that you call on such lost creatures to defend you?