He once arranged for the death of someone I loved. Manipulated her into a sacrifice only she could make, for the good of a world of faceless, abstract people none of us had ever met. One life for one world. And the only life that could do it was my Minfilia's.

I hated him for doing it. I rather think he hated himself for doing it, too.

You and I aren't good at making the right decision when it's a decision like this. Our curse is that we're both practical enough to know the right decision when we see it and still hate the person that made it and still love them despite hating them for it.