"I can't just tear him apart like a barbarian. I love my targets. Keep them tied up, give them 3 meals a day, make sure they think I actually feel love for them and then, on the 3rd day, during dinner time, I scoop their eye out with the same spoon I fed them with. Love. Kill with kindness." That's not kindness but okay, Wrath.
“If that’s your form of kindness, remind me to never see your... hatred.” The more she spoke, the more Machi was reminded of a short, sullen, angry man she knew too well. His methods of torture were not the same, she didn’t think, but then again, she was never in the room when Feitan started to work. Could he employ the same thing?
She threw that thought away. No. Feitan didn’t understand what love even was. She, on the other hand, twisted it beyond recognition. Played with it like a child with their dolls, then tore their plaything’s plastic limbs clean off. “And let me guess, when it’s done, you laugh.”