Death is inevitable.

Existence is pointless.

Love is a weakness.

Hate becomes strength.

I mean everything to you.

You mean nothing to me.

When I die, I will see hell.

When you die, you will see heaven.

I am the bringer of death.

I am a killer.

Death is my reason for being.

It's ironic how I was born to bring death.

So here I stand, above your dead body.

You are no longer full of the life you once possessed.

Your eyes are dim, your skin in pale, your lips are cold.

I bend down and brush a loose strand of hair away from your face.

You looked so innocent when I killed you, so . . . helpless.

You were my weakness, Enna.

You had to be dealt with.