BECAUSE I LOVE.
I WHO AM NOT LOVED IN RETURN.
I HAVE A LOVE THAT IS FAR DEEPER THAN THE EMPTY GASPS AND COVNULSIONS OF BRUTISH COUPLING.
SHALL I SPEAK OF HER?
SHALL I SPEAK OF MY BRIDE?
SHE HAS NO EYES TO FLIRT OR PROMISE. BUT SHE SEES ALL AND UNDERSTANDS WITH A WISDOM THAT IS GODLIKE IN ITS SCALE. I STAND AT THE GATES OF HER INTELLECT AND I AM BLINDED BY THE LIGHT WITHIN. HOW STUPID I MUST SEEM TO HER. HER CHILDLIKE AN UNCOMPREHENDING.
HER SOUL IS CLEAN, UNTAINTED BY THE SNARES AND AMBIGIUTIES OF EMOTION. SHE DOES NOT HATE SHE DOES NOT YEARN. SHE IS UNTOUCHED BY JOY OR SORROW. I WORSHIP HER THOUGH I AM NOT WORTHY. I CHERISH THE PURITY OF HER DISDAIN. SHE DOES NOT RESPECT ME. SHE DOES NOT FEAR ME.
SHE TOUCHES ME AND I AM TOUCHED BY GOD, BY DESTINY. THE WHOLE OF EXISTANCE COURSES THORUGH HER. I WORSHIP HER. I AM HER SLAVE. NO FREEDOM EVER WAS SO SWEET.
MY LOVE, I WOULD STAY WITH YOU FOREVER, WOULD SPEND MY LIFE WITHIN YOU.
FATE.
AHH... I WAS FORGETTING THAT WE ARE NOT PROPERLY INTRODUCED.
I...
I DO NOT HAVE A NAME.
YOU CAN CALL ME "V"
HER ME OUT.
HELLO THE VOICE OF FATE AND..
...AND V FOR VENDETTA.
