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Old Angelus was many things, but blind wasn't one of them. He hit the nail squarely on the head when he told me, “To kill this girl... you have to love her.”
Truth? I've never seen the Slayer look happier than back when she used to kick my sorry ass on a regular basis. Oh, those golden days of dancing with death. How she glowed...
Look at her now.
Lost. Ashamed. The merest shadow of herself.
Funny, ain't it? All it took was my love to bring her down.
What's even funnier is that loving her is killing me too.