You are a most effective killer, Michel. Is it true you wept like a child when they killed your sister? That you cried out in agony as if the sword had pierced your own heart? Such compassion. Does your handiwork not bring you to tears as well?
Everything we go through, the good and the bad, make us who we are; why would I want to be anyone else?
If there is but one God, then why must blood be shed to prove whose God he is? Does the Father not belong to all of us as we belong to him? Do you think he'll call me a righteous man when I've killed one of his sons?
Love isn't something you take from one to give to another. Love is to be shared among all; the more people we have in our family, the more love there will be to share.
