If I am a sword, I am a sword made of glass, and I feel myself beginning to shatter.
We seem weak because we want to.
The thing with heat is, no matter how cold you are, no matter how much you need warmth, it always, eventually, becomes too much.
Strange, my enemies know me best, and my family doesn’t know me at all.
No one is born evil, just like no one is born alone. They become that way, through choice and circumstance.
No one is born a monster. But I wish some people were. It would make it easier to hate them, to kill them, to forget their dead faces.
No heart can ever be truly understood. Not even your own.
It isn’t hard to let people die when their deaths give life to something else.
Anyone, anything, can betray anyone. Even your own heart.
Kneel or bleed.