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"- I don't love. (...) I don't let myself be loved, everything I've ever loved has died or been destroyed. I also made a promise a long time ago that I wouldn't let love overcome me for nothing. Loving is like killing, it always involves death."

"- Everything dies. And if you love something that is going to die, this thing will take a part of you with it, a part of you will die in that moment. (...) You will wish you were dead when you lost your love. Yes, love is death."

"- Do you like to kill? - I said without blinking, wanting his most sincere answer.

- No, but sometimes it's ideal...

- You don't love to kill, but you kill because you love.

- Who told you that? - He said furrowing his eyebrows.

- I don't know but I feel the weight of words.

- You're contradicting yourself. If you don't love, why kill then? Or are your threats to my men wander?"

I do not love.

Love is death.

You don't love to kill, but you kill because you love.

If you don't love, why kill then?

Why do I kill?

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