Belaytionships IV

I don’t think I need an explanation. You guys already know what is about to happen (or not). Here is the dilemma from Shakespeare’s Sonnet CXLIV:

Sonnet 5.12 by V12

Two climbs I have of comfort and despair,
Which like two spirits do suggest me send:
The better route is a rope right to share,
The worser problem a boulder without end.
To win me soon to hell, my highball woe,
Tempteth my better belayer from me outright,
And would corrupt my partner to be a bro,
Wooing his purity with its foul height.
And whether that my anchor be turned fiend,
Suspect I may, yet not directly tell;
But being both with me, both to each routined,
I guess one attempt in another’s hell:
   Yet this shall I ne’er know, but live in fear,
   Till my worn rope drop my good half too severe.

How far would you go for your belay partner?