"lies... Another strongpoint of your kind, yes? The ability to commit such heinous crimes and sweep it under the rug like your shirt was never rinkled... Yet your eyes still display the remorse... The fear." [b]the wounded man raises his head to meet eyes with his executioner[/b] "Of all the people to kill me, a lying Amoral coward who hides behind his statistical losses was obviously be the one who brings about my poetic end... Fitting, isn't it? After all those years... All those nights spent up in fear of losing my lover to you the heartless grasp of your iron fist. How does it feel, oh bearer of lies and harbinger of darkness, how does it feel to be coated in the blood of children, of the already hopeless?"