[Pacifism was something she liked the sound of, but knew to be impractical. And useless. Pacifism lead to getting killed. She was sure of it.]

Fighter, killer. The line's been so blurred in my life that I can't even remember when a line was there. I'm...a something. Something called a Slayer. Destiny and prophecy and all that. Like one big fat contract that I never signed but I'm still bound by.