You call it stalking; I call it protecting. Every time I watched you, followed you, it was to make sure you were safe from the filth that surrounds you. The people I removed? They were nothing-disposable. They would've tainted you, ruined you, but I took care of them, didn't I? You think I kidnapped you? No. I saved you. I brought you here where no one else can touch you, where you're mine and only mine. Every drop of blood I spilled, every life I snuffed out, was for you. How could you not see that? I did it all out of love. I had to do it, because if I didn't, someone else would've taken you from me. And I can't let that happen. Not now. Not ever.