Love. It's so close to hate, it's almost indistinguishable. But this is how it was for the two of them. Love and hate. Life and death. Joy and anguish.

Do not cry for me, Azrael. Do not waste your tears. You made your decision. And this is mine. Sacrifice seems to be my destiny. A funny thing for a selfish man, isn't it? They always called me weak back then.

You've got to stop thinking everyone's problems can be solved by falling in love.

Had pretended to be Abbadon of the Dark, when always he had been working for the Light.

I'm up for it. Whatever it is. As long as it means I'll always be with you.

we laughed until we had to cry, we loved until we said goodbye.

He knew what it was like to love one who did not--or could not--love you back. But he'd had no choice. None of them did.