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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Letters of Robert Louis Stevenson by Robert Louis Stevenson: be, unfit.
My heart is sore for you. At least you know what you have been to
him; how he cherished and admired you; how he was never so pleased
as when he spoke of you; with what a boy's love, up to the last, he
loved you. This surely is a consolation. Yours is the cruel part
- to survive; you must try and not grudge to him his better
fortune, to go first. It is the sad part of such relations that
one must remain and suffer; I cannot see my poor Jenkin without
you. Nor you indeed without him; but you may try to rejoice that
he is spared that extremity. Perhaps I (as I was so much his
confidant) know even better than you can do what your loss would
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