The weap0n that y0u f0ught with was a w0rd, and with that w0rd y0u stabbed me t0 the heart. N0t 0nce but twice y0u did it, f0r the sw0rd made n0 bl00d start. They have n0t tried y0u f0r y0ur life. Y0u g0 str0ng in such inn0cence as men will b0ast. They have n0t buried me. They d0 n0t kn0w life fr0m its gh0st.