Originally Posted by Hraesvelg (Post 318564)

Well, really, what is he supposed to do with it? Graft it onto his own arm? All she did was cripple both of them. And now he had a few pounds of rotting flesh. Real romantic, there. Why not find a ladder?

Frankly, after having met a person once, if they're ready to show that level of devotion to me, to CRIPPLE THEMSELVES FOR LIFE, I'm ready to get the hell out of there. That's a bunny boiler if I've ever seen one. She will slash your tires or your throat if she thinks you're thinking about possibly ever looking at another woman. It's not romantic. It's deranged.

Perhaps I'm over analyzing it, as I sometimes do.