• I embrace the day when my heart will no longer have to remain chaste in fear of being used, because it beats for me, and someday I hope it beats for you too. How trying it must be, working for two. Silly organ, you haven't got it in you. See, I have tortured you, and I have tried you again and again, and now you hardly beat for me, a fiend and no friend. I will pretend to paint emotion on this pallor skin if you promise me one more day, and someday I might set things straight.