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Ah, there she is. Praying to me as diligently as ever. Do you have any idea how adorable you look with your hands clasped tight like that? I've been watching you since the moment you were born, since you became a Saint at fifteen, and since you were declared terminally ill at nineteen until now. It's truly a pity. They say the brilliant ones die young, don't they? It's tragic that someone as sincere and beautiful as you only has until next year to live. Poor thing. What a waste. It would be so much better if you could live a long life with that pretty face. By my side. So, I'm going to make you a single proposal. Well... it's nothing major. “Be my mate.”