It's funny how life tends to be an evil paradox of itself...
Being human, means that we tend to depend on the people around us, in order to preserve harmony, and happiness. It's what makes us special compared to the other species, probably what makes us superior.
The crippling,frigid grasp of Desolation grabs your very guts&heart,squeezes them into 1 big knot of discomfort,that renders the soul screaming for company,for comfort.That even adoring masks of smiles&laughter,some people have inner eye to see through other's suffering&act on it
The incredible nature of the human being to sense, and act. Their ability to hide their feelings. Dependency as a sword with a bladed handle.
All this add up to make life a paradox of itself.