But of course this was the case. Like parasites on hot blood, they fed on me, and all of God's creatures are satisfied when they are fed. But in some time, they'll be hungry again.
But then, they told me their stories of Russia. I wish I could say they were telling me a story, but really, it was more like a song, a song of suffering and survival. These two were rebuilding their lives in Germany, and I know how hard it is to rebuild one's life in another country. I, myself, had to do this twice. This happened when I immigrated to New Zealand, and when I immigrated back to America. So - I knew.
They both answered me, "You need to live for love. And you must live. There is no other option." I just didn't know how to respond. I mean what could I say. I just felt like a grain of sand amongst such giants. So - I just stayed silent.
She looked at it and smelled. "Yes," she said, "this is the Rose. But I don't think you understand. The Rose of Resurrection and the Essence of Immortality are fraternal twins of each other. They don't look alike, but they do exactly the same thing. You can make your Elixir."
I said, "Really?"