Scary, to finally find people who make your life easier, better in terms of company, superficial talk, the slow process of getting to know one another that turns a depressed entity on its head. Then, at the tipping point of it all, when you think things can't get any better, to realize that on fundamental levels you diverge so intrinsically that you never look at them the same again. Do you forgo the lunches and the jokes and the general goodwill you feel towards humankind for the sake of cutting away the very things that chip at your moral core?

To be morally upright but steeped in sadness -- that is a different kind of bravery altogether.