You are not my nursemaid. Remember, I am rescuing you.

... true faith never comes without anguish.

Tis Vanth's cage. You can just move it out of the way." "I already have," he grumbles. "With my shin.

Surely He does not give us hearts so we may spend our lives ignoring them.

It is this kindness of his that unsettles me most. I can dodge a blow or block a knife. I am impervious to poison and know a dozen ways to escape a chokehold or garrote wire. But kindness? I do not know how to defend against that.

The body on the ground is nothing more than a shell, a husk, and I am filled with a sense of peace. Yes, I think. Yes. This is what I want to be. An instrument of mercy, not vengeance.

And so it is with us; we serve as handmaidens to Death. When we are guided by His will, killing is a sacrament.