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Who: Cyrus and any poor bastards unfortunate enough to have a seat in his room
What: Anti-love rant disguised as an Ethics lecture
Where: School
When: Monday, 1 pm
Warnings: Warning for tldr becomes redundant for him. Although if certain people don't have their essays in from last class, there may be a sudden case of angry sea dragon.
At exactly 1 pm, Cyrus closed the classroom door. There was no lock and anyone tardy could get in anyway, but they would find themselves punished for their lateness.
Wasting no time, he addressed the students already seated. "As some of you are aware, last month a message appeared in the dormitory common rooms inquiring about the nature of the emotion of love. I, of course, was the one who posted it, as I believe there are many misconceptions regarding this thing."
On his desk were the envelopes, and he pulled out a reply slip. "'Love means having friends you like and it gives the world people who can be friends'," he read aloud. Then another. "'Love is very important! It's good to love a lot of people as friends, and the world couldn't be the same without romance. It makes people happy together! It must be such a nice feeling. I'd like to experience it one day.'"
He cleared his throat. "Already many things come to mind. What is friendship, truly? What is that bond? Is it truly, as these writers assume, good or even necessary? And regarding the second, opinion is given while admitting inexperience. That uneducated input must be disregarded."
Another slip of paper. "'It's hard to tell what is love and what is hate, or seduction, or convenience, or simply a mistake. There are so many feelings called love, and dwelling on the wrong kind of love will leave you bitter and broken. When you find the true meaning of love, true happiness will follow.' Yet what is that true meaning? If there are multiples, is there a single answer? How do we tell the difference between those variations? Or is there one? Are they truly different?"
And another, although he read only part. "'Love is a force that propels one toward the future and can encourage people to fight for what they believe is precious. Love can also, however, make people blind.'" Cyrus paused after that for several seconds, closing his eyes for slightly longer than a normal blink. "We must be devoted in all that we do. We must forge ahead with all that we are for the greater good. Yet we cannot let our zeal cloud our judgement. To do so is to waste our efforts, our lives..."
Another, kept behind the previous. "'Love is a tool to trick your enemies into a state of false security'." He cleared his throat, fighting a look of disgust. "Certainly we must be prepared to do what is required for the greater good. Yet when is deception necessary? Is it ever?" He had some choice thoughts about that himself, but kept them silent. This was for their benefit, after all.
"Many of you used music or musical references as your replies. Although commonly associated with slow, more classically styled pieces, the aforementioned citations were of recent works, within the past thirty-one years. While it is refreshing to see common perceptions being broken, the lyrics were trite and uninspired. For what is there to inspire them when writing on such a vague concept?"
"'Love and loyalty can be and are the same to a degree'," that was the next note. "But what is that degree? Provided that this is a true statement. How do we rectify our duty with our petty emotions? Is it possible to bolster our devotion to a cause through such things?" Of course, his answers were 0º, it is not, we cannot, and it is impossible.
There were many more, but he only wanted to address one more note, one that had grabbed his attention the moment he laid eyes on it. "'I have never experienced love myself, though I have seen abundant examples. Which above all circumstances succeeded. Could this sickening show of affection be more than it seems?'" At first he had thought the staccato style of the original to be a mockery of himself, but further readings had put the thought from him. "Could it? Certainly the final statement is true; however that is not a positive thing. As shown, love is blinding, it is trite, it is deceptive both deliberately and inherently..."
Finally he turned his attention to the class. "What conclusions have you drawn?"
What: Anti-love rant disguised as an Ethics lecture
Where: School
When: Monday, 1 pm
Warnings: Warning for tldr becomes redundant for him. Although if certain people don't have their essays in from last class, there may be a sudden case of angry sea dragon.
At exactly 1 pm, Cyrus closed the classroom door. There was no lock and anyone tardy could get in anyway, but they would find themselves punished for their lateness.
Wasting no time, he addressed the students already seated. "As some of you are aware, last month a message appeared in the dormitory common rooms inquiring about the nature of the emotion of love. I, of course, was the one who posted it, as I believe there are many misconceptions regarding this thing."
On his desk were the envelopes, and he pulled out a reply slip. "'Love means having friends you like and it gives the world people who can be friends'," he read aloud. Then another. "'Love is very important! It's good to love a lot of people as friends, and the world couldn't be the same without romance. It makes people happy together! It must be such a nice feeling. I'd like to experience it one day.'"
He cleared his throat. "Already many things come to mind. What is friendship, truly? What is that bond? Is it truly, as these writers assume, good or even necessary? And regarding the second, opinion is given while admitting inexperience. That uneducated input must be disregarded."
Another slip of paper. "'It's hard to tell what is love and what is hate, or seduction, or convenience, or simply a mistake. There are so many feelings called love, and dwelling on the wrong kind of love will leave you bitter and broken. When you find the true meaning of love, true happiness will follow.' Yet what is that true meaning? If there are multiples, is there a single answer? How do we tell the difference between those variations? Or is there one? Are they truly different?"
And another, although he read only part. "'Love is a force that propels one toward the future and can encourage people to fight for what they believe is precious. Love can also, however, make people blind.'" Cyrus paused after that for several seconds, closing his eyes for slightly longer than a normal blink. "We must be devoted in all that we do. We must forge ahead with all that we are for the greater good. Yet we cannot let our zeal cloud our judgement. To do so is to waste our efforts, our lives..."
Another, kept behind the previous. "'Love is a tool to trick your enemies into a state of false security'." He cleared his throat, fighting a look of disgust. "Certainly we must be prepared to do what is required for the greater good. Yet when is deception necessary? Is it ever?" He had some choice thoughts about that himself, but kept them silent. This was for their benefit, after all.
"Many of you used music or musical references as your replies. Although commonly associated with slow, more classically styled pieces, the aforementioned citations were of recent works, within the past thirty-one years. While it is refreshing to see common perceptions being broken, the lyrics were trite and uninspired. For what is there to inspire them when writing on such a vague concept?"
"'Love and loyalty can be and are the same to a degree'," that was the next note. "But what is that degree? Provided that this is a true statement. How do we rectify our duty with our petty emotions? Is it possible to bolster our devotion to a cause through such things?" Of course, his answers were 0º, it is not, we cannot, and it is impossible.
There were many more, but he only wanted to address one more note, one that had grabbed his attention the moment he laid eyes on it. "'I have never experienced love myself, though I have seen abundant examples. Which above all circumstances succeeded. Could this sickening show of affection be more than it seems?'" At first he had thought the staccato style of the original to be a mockery of himself, but further readings had put the thought from him. "Could it? Certainly the final statement is true; however that is not a positive thing. As shown, love is blinding, it is trite, it is deceptive both deliberately and inherently..."
Finally he turned his attention to the class. "What conclusions have you drawn?"