Master chose me as I am. Not before my brain started fucking with me. He chose me when I was dizzy and falling over and when the nausea was at its worst. He didn't choose me whole and then watch me collapse. He chose me like this.
yendi chose me when I was healthy. But yendi loves me no matter what my body does. And yendi agreed to marry me when the side effects were at their very worst.
I don't think either of them thought that I would stay broken. And that's what I keep beating myself up over, that I may be a burden.
But they chose me when I was already like this. Or yendi, before - but he didn't cut and run, he stayed, and he committed more deeply.
Sometimes it gets really hard to keep this stuff in mind.