There is no shame in scars, Ismae.

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

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

And just as love has two sides, so too does Death. While Ismae will serve as His mercy, I will not, for that is not how He fashioned me. Every death I have witnessed, every horror I have endured, has forged me to be who I am -- Death's justice.

Perhaps that is because you mistake death for justice, and they are not the same thing at all.

I cannot tell her I have been moping over a broken heart when I have worked so hard to convince her I have no heart at all.

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