"It's not a sacrifice, Gabriel," Cynthia corrected him.
"Then, what is it?" Gabriel questioned, his voice strained. He was a man who lived by logic and strategy; the idea of a "free" victory felt impossible to him.
"It is my punishment," Cynthia answered, a sorrow crossing her radiant features. "My punishment for the crime of falling in love instead of fulfilling my duties. Gabriel, look at the family around you. Everyone is living in the shadow of your worry. This fate of yours... It began because of me, so it should end with me. Don't you think?"
She stepped closer. "Why forge a blade that will hurt your mate the most? Do you think Amelie will be able to survive when she has to watch you wither away after giving up your life force? You are her heart, Gabriel. To save her life by destroying your own is not a victory. Don't argue with me, and don't be stubborn. For once, listen."
