... while I am Death's daughter and walk in His dark shadow, surely the darkness can give way to light sometimes.

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.

People hear and see what they expect to hear and see.

However, there are those who deserve to die but who have not yet encountered the means to do so—we help them on their way.

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.

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

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.