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

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

One heart cannot serve two masters.

The maids in my village talked of falling in love with a man at first sight. That has always seemed naught but foolishness to me. Until I enter Sister Serafina's workshop. It is unlike anything I have ever seen, full of strange sights and smells, and I tumble headlong into love.

Whenever you are ready, or if you never are, my heart is yours.

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

He smiles then, and even though it is well past midnight, its as if the sun has just come out.