Il Muerte de La Corazon ( the death of the heart)

YOU'VE JUST KILLED ME. HOW DOES IT FEEL THEN? YOU TOOK A LIFE, NOW MY DEATH IS IN YOUR HANDS, MEANINGLESS AND UNREASONABLE AS IT MAY BE, YOU STILL WENT THROUGH AND INITIATED MY MURDER. WAS I THAT INCONSEQUENTIAL TO YOU? WAS I THAT MINUTE? HOW COULD YOU NOT FEEL GUILT, NOR REMORSE WHEN YOU APPARENTLY KNEW THAT YOU WERE MY SIGNIFICANT OTHER? THE DAGGER YOU STABBED ME WITH WAS NOT MADE OF STEEL, IT WASN'T MADE FROM ANY METAL KNOWN TO MAN. YOU KILLED ME WITH A DAGGER MADE OF INDIFFERENCE AND SPURN. DID YOU FEEL PLEASURE STABBING ME IN THE HEART? DID YOU NOT FEEL MY LIFEBLOOD SEEP OUT, WARM AND RICH, INTO THE COLD, CRUEL HOLD OF MORTEM? HOW DO YOU FEEL NOW?