I've met men I would trust in the mouth of hell. Byrne or Douglas. I would trust them to breathe for me, to pump my blood with their hearts.Did you love them best? Would they be the ones you'd choose?To die with? No. The one time I've felt what you describe was with a woman.A lover, you mean? said Jack. Not your own flesh and blood?I think she was my own flesh and blood. I truly believe she was.
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The passage reveals a deep reflection on trust and profound connections. The speaker acknowledges encountering men who inspire tremendous confidence, capable of weathering even the fiercest challenges. They express a deep bond with these individuals, comparing their reliance on them to matters of life and death. However, the speaker indicates that true and unparalleled connection was felt with a woman, suggesting a romantic or deeply emotional relationship.

This exchange highlights the distinction between various types of love and loyalty. While strong friendships can evoke feelings of trust and security, the speaker's experience with the woman transcends those connections, implying that it embodies an essence of belonging akin to that of familial ties. The conversation suggests that real love can arise in unexpected forms, challenging conventional notions of loyalty and affection.

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