Love betrayed has an entirely different sound from hatred outright.

I am not as I once was. They have done this to me, broken me open and torn out my heart. I do not know who I am anymore. I must try to remember.

You're very lucky... Friends are precious, powerful things - hard to earn, harder still to keep. You should thank this one for taking a chance on you.

But love like that doesn't just disappear, does it? No matter how powerful the hate, there is always a little love left, underneath. Yes. Horrible, isn't it?

There is nothing foolish about hope.

We worship Him not because He is the best of our gods, but because He is, or was, the greatest killer among them.

You are what your creators and experiences have made you, like every other being in this universe. Accept that and be done; I tire of your whining.