“The thing about hatred... it’s the place where people who can’t look sorrow in the eye without waverin’ run off to. Even more than a blood-rusted sword, vengeance is somethin’ you soak and sharpen in blood. You sink the blade called your heart deep into blood in order to fix the nicks called sorrow. The more you sharpen, the more it rusts, so you sharpen it again. In the end all that’s left is a pile of rust and scraps.”
