Also I know some people go nuts over the âIâd burn down the world to save youâ type of romance, but thatâs not Avatrice. I understand the appeal, of course: the hierarchy of love, the supremacy of adoration distilled into a single person, one single object of affection against which everything else is superfluous. But it is a form of separation, of objectification, which does not work with Avatrice. Ava was in love with life, in love with the world, before she loved Beatrice, and her love for Beatrice is just one manifestation of her love for life (and then it becomes her love for life: she gives her life up for Beatrice, so she can enjoy hers). Ava is so in love with the world that she becomes it: the object becoming the subject. There is no separation.
Beatrice was dismissive of life and of the world, saw it as nothing but a duty, a means by which to compensate for what some dusty old men told her was a sin. But she learned, through Ava, to start to love it, to dance, to drink, to laugh again. To love. Through Ava, Beatrice learns that she cannot love Ava without also loving the world, because Ava loves the world. She learns to see the world through Avaâs eyes and loves it too, because she loves Ava. There is no scenario where Ava or Beatrice would see the world burn to save the other. Their love is shaped by how they stand in the world, together, and without the world their love would not be possible. Of course they work together, over and over again, to save that world. Without it there is no them.
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