Lin Fan listened to Slaanesh's words, deeply moved. He had thought Slaanesh would be more willful, but now it seemed that when clear-headed, this god could also reveal an artistic, literary side.
"But then I thought, does true love really require eternal companionship? The Aeldari's history taught me a valuable lesson."
Slaanesh's shadow reached out and slowly caressed Lin Fan's cheek. "Their lives drifted into emptiness because they knew no death. Their empire seemed absurd and meaningless because it lacked an ending."
"Perhaps death should be the ending of every story. I never liked Nurgle's immortality, and now I dislike it even more."
"Immortality strips life of the meaning of struggle. Every life strives so hard to live, and it is the world's bizarre, kaleidoscopic deaths that make finite lives seem all the more precious. Perhaps our love is the same. An ending may add some regret to love, but it also makes it more worthy of remembrance."
"When you disappear, I will collapse myself and become an unconscious tide within the Warp. You can bear this regret and pain yourself."
"Slaanesh... you..." Lin Fan was somewhat moved. Tears shimmered at the corners of his eyes before falling onto Slaanesh's shadow.
"Woohoo! My darling is crying! Wonderful!" Slaanesh instantly shed the grave, intellectual demeanor and began cheering heartlessly, gathering Lin Fan's tears and pouring them into her mouth to taste.
"Oh... what an intoxicating flavor... Sashiko was right. A single tear rich with emotion is enough to leave a demon drunk on it."
Watching Slaanesh fool around, Lin Fan understood that their relationship did not need such heaviness. The time they had now was what they should cherish.
"Then let's hold a wedding for them. The Emperor and I will both appear. That icy fellow is quite interested in positive