It's the way of the world. Hug your neighbor, kiss your lover, hold a hand or bear a child-every action comes with a consequence, and every consequence bears a reaction. In a world where people live, die, and give birth to the cycle of madness, affection is required to live a sane life.
Or so they say.
Take a trip to a cemetery, then fall in love with a bell; ride your bicycle down the street, then have your face cut open by a beautiful woman; fall in love with a monster and play the benevolent god to creatures that cannot understand you. These are amorous things, these acts of violence, and they wouldn't be committed if they didn't care about you.
Welcome to a world of madness.
Welcome to a world of affection-a world of amorous things.