Hate cannot be fought with hate. Evil cannot be conquered by darkness. Only love has the power to conquer them both.

His divine spark lives within me, a presence that will never leave. And I am but one of many tools He has at His disposal. If I cannot act - if I refuse to act - that is a choice I am allowed to make. He has given me life, and all I must do to serve Him is to live. Fully and with my whole heart. With this knowledge comes a true understanding of all the gifts He has given me.

It is all we have left to us. And while it is more than I ever dared dream, it is nowhere near enough.

Truly, we are the gods' own children, forged in the fire of our tortured pasts, but also blessed with unimaginable gifts.

If you are not careful, soon you will have men locking themselves in dungeons so that you can rescue them.

It is a good thing I no longer have a heart, because if I did, it would surely break.

Every time he glances at me I feel it just as surely as if he has reached out and run his finger along my soul. It is all I can do not to smile at the sheer wonder of it.