Love Is Many Things None Of Them

The Hollowness Was In His Arms And The World Was Snowing.

Good Night, Westley. Good Work. Sleep Well. I'll Most Likely Kill You In The Morning.

Inside And Out, Westley's World Was Ripping Apart And He Could Do Nothing But Crack Along With It.

You Seem A Decent Fellow," Inigo Said. "i Hate To Kill You." You Seem A Decent Fellow," Answered The Man In Black. "i Hate To Die.

I Say You Are A Coward And You Are; I Think You Hunt Only To Reassure Yourself That You Are Not What You Are: The Weakest Thing To Ever Walk The Earth. He Will Come For Me And Then We Will Be Gone, And You Will Be Helpless For All Your Hunting, Because Westley And I Are Joined By The Bond Of Love And You Cannot Track That, Not With A Thousand Bloodhounds, And You Cannot Break It, Not With A Thousand Swords.