Sitting beside me, you say you feel alive. You say I am radiant. You ask me the secret to this energy.
It is no secret. You have this phrase already in English, "To take a man's life". But you say it in disgust, as though taking life were a bad thing.
You forget, in your Christian piety, that you kneel before the altar each Sunday and you take the life of your god. "Christ's body, given for you," the preacher says, and you take it. Greedily, you take it.
You forget, in your Christian piety, there is no morality. Only Yin and Yang. Only enemy and friend. Let me tell you this: I have taken the lives of many men. Their bodies given to me by the enemy. We are alike, you and I, we only take the life that is given to us.
This is why I am radiant. This is why you see life in my eyes.
I have taken it.