Are men truly such idiots that they cannot resist two orbs of flesh?
I bear a deep red stain that runs from my left shoulder down to my right hip, a trail left by the herbwitch's poison that my mother used to try to expel me from her womb.
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 stare at him coldly. "I do not care for needlework." I pause. "Unless it involves the base of the skull.
If you are not careful, soon you will have men locking themselves in dungeons so that you can rescue them.
You love me?' 'Yes, you great lummox. I love you.' He lets out a sigh. 'Sweet Camulos! It's about time.
I am left with the conviction that an avalanche would be easier to dissuade than that man.
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.
It is a good thing I no longer have a heart, because if I did, it would surely break.
Truly, we are the gods' own children, forged in the fire of our tortured pasts, but also blessed with unimaginable gifts.
I never skulk, and lurk only sometimes.
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