[b]And I have trained for seven hundred years to become the perfect killer, because I am immortal. But not just any kind of immortal, mine is a curse rather than a blessing. For every time I die, one of my loved ones dies to replace me and bring me back to life. So I trained. And I trained. And I studied, and I trained. I've been hung, stabbed, burned, drawn and quartered, and died in all manner of horrible ways. I can't love, I can't even have friends. My last true friend died seven hundred years ago, after my first death. You think yourself the only one who has lost it all to gain even more?[/b]