=He came to me from the stars, spewed out from his own world by his hates. I found him, I gave him all he could ask for, and I made him mine. But in the end, there was still his hate, and the killer drive within him....= He was a killer. He came to me from a distance so great that it was meaningless. He descended to me riding on a tail of flame. We loved--how could we help it? But I knew him too well, and he did not know me well enough. And that is the stuff of tragedy.…
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