Sometimes I remember that I can't always protect those I love." Under his fingers, her hair was soft and silky. She didn't try to tell him that he wasn't God, that he couldn't protect everyone. He knew that. But knowing and believing were two different things. What she did say succeeded in stopping his heart. "I wish you'd love me." Why?" Because then maybe you could protect me, too" Haunting sorrow whispered through her tone.

I look into my heart and see the abyss looking back at me.' 'I won't let you fall.

Tell her we don’t bite.” “I don’t lie to my friends.

To fight evil, you have to understand the dark.

Dmitri clearly gives good . . . blood.

He wanted to give me a blade? What's wrong with that?” “Blades,” he whispered, “and sheaths go together. And your sheath will only ever hold my blade.

There is a dark music in the screams of your enemies.” (Raphael)