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

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

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

Are men truly such idiots that they cannot resist two orbs of flesh?

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

I never skulk, and lurk only sometimes.

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