I fear that I have not done enough to end this madness.

Would I, when I am blessed to wield the potent implement that now occupies and interrupts my thoughts, be able to pledge upon it, "I solemnly swear that this blade shall never drink of the blood of man willingly, unless with just cause or when my life is in danger, and that in the dark of night it shall be by me always to fend off the demons that roam the streets"?

Adoration.

Here are reasons why I adore Dangerous Boy for who he is:

- he's not afraid to have strong opinions even though he constantly gets caught in debate because of it.
- he has the uncanny ability to take naps.
- he is willing to go to extremes to help his friends out of trouble (whether it's successful is another matter altogether).
- he's not afraid to wield pointy objects.
- he knows a lot of nerdy stuff (which I don't realy care about).
- he can cook (!).
- he has a technical mind interrupted with sadism while I have an emotional mind tinged with the same.
- he has a funny accent only on some words in English.
- he's not a perfectionist but not a slacker either.
- he's nice enough to admit that I'm confusing when I talk and make more sense when I write.
- he can be a good liar if he wants to be, and a good accidental prophet.