Without a heart, how am I to feel love? Without love, how am I to feel hate? And without hate, how am I to know the exquisite sensation of mild annoyance?
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Will fades when purpose is forgotten. No matter the oaths with which we bind ourselves, they lose all meaning when the context of their binding is lost. There is no strength of will nor faith nor purpose that can surpass the nature of our being. There are circumstances in which anyone will break, and must, for it is the only thing that can be done.