He barks out a laugh. "My little rebel.

I am left with the conviction that an avalanche would be easier to dissuade than that man.

I am beginning to think that love itself is never wrong. It is what love can drive people to do that is the problem.

He barks out a laugh. "My little rebel.

I will sit here but an hour or two, then leave." I yawn. "So very long as that?" When he answers, there is a wry note in his voice. "I do have my reputation to protect.

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.

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