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There isn't much that can describe the love of my life.
The fierce capacity for destruction,
The rapid evolution that they go through,
The physicality that you bring despite your size,
And the amount of effort that you push for me to change myself.
Others would want you dead,
Your body burned into a pyre,
Your legacy gone
And your name lost to the wind.
But I never knew your name, I just called you Badger,
But you're more like a badge of honor to me.
You push me to the very depths of my physical performance,
You make me reassess what I am able to do,
And you push me to strive so that I can never lose to you.
I believe that, that, is love;
The endless strive to overwhelm the other in combat.
To always be on top of the other or as close as one can be.
So that if you ever fall off, they can remind you so that you can kill you,
For it was clear that you were too weak to keep going.
And as long as you are alive, I shall adapt and overcome.
And much like you, I shall evolve as well;
It is only natural for predators to push themselves to the brink,
For without calamity and destruction, we would not be able to grow.
Without a predator, the clever and strongest of prey cannot adapt.
Though our destines are interlinked with fate,
And we have to face death one day together,
I will remember you for as long as I live-
So long as you remember the one who ate your chest,
For I will always hold on to those sentimental moments of combat.
Just as long as you can do the same.
And isn't it a shame that I still don't know your name?
Oh well.