Why I shouldn't re-read manga

 RG-Veda snippet:

 

People don't understand how Yasha and I are. We aren't people any more, not gods, not humans. We exist only for each other, and so we are creatures with no tribes or attachments. We have merged into each other on a level of the soul that surpasses blood and destiny. 

 

We wear the garments of vagabond wanderers, easily cast aside or cleaned, or abandoned. We carry only our swords, or clothes, our inner fires that act as our possessions. We own naught but each other and time itself to spend together. 

 

When I gaze into his eyes, I see only love and devotion, a need that steals my breath and makes me weak. I can bear him no child, nor can I father an heir. When he slides between my thighs and sheathes himself in my body, I am but a vessel to receive his lust. Ill-formed, unequipped, pleasure of the flesh is a strange agony that over takes me when Yasha's power invades me. Our couplings come with sobs of confusion and screams. 

 

I hate that within the cradle of my bowels Yasha's seed is wasted, I can not even grant him a false womb to expend himself. Ashura are hardness, destruction. We are not made for other's joy. Each time I open myself, it is with a steel in my flesh that must be beaten and worked into an accommodating softness, such that Yasha is not harmed upon me. 

 

Do not think I take nothing from our ruts. There is nothing else in the world like having Yasha within me, his heat and strength transforming me. Only within his arms am I changed, manipulated, metamorphosed into a better version of myself. There is an indescribable satisfaction to be gained from feeling the strongest warrior in Tenkai shudder and break within my body. Though I am no proper mate at all, it would destroy something in me to know that Yasha sought his release with any other living thing. 

 

We are only Yasha and Ashura. There are no others like us, we have only each other, forever.