The Weapons of Love

I was chilling in Borders Bookstore today, reading as much manga as I could fit in before my mother came to pick me up. Blade of the Immortal, King of Hell, Hellsing, Samurai and Executioner, and Berserk were all on the reading list. Even a cursory glance at my selections should reveal my personal preference of high action. Assassins, samurai, and knights all dwell within those excellent pages. Mother came, sadly, and we went to pick up my father at church. As mother and I pulled up, my father turned the lights off in his office, indicating that he saw us and would come out soon. As it was raining outside, mother and I sat in the car and waited. And waited. Well, we didn't wait very long, but when you expect someone to come out in five seconds, two minutes is an eternity. Mother was getting a little impatient, and began to inquire about my father whereabouts.

Allow me to transcibe our conversation.

Mother: Where could your Father be?
Me: I don't know. Maybe he was ambushed by assassins.
Mother: No...
Me: I'm serious! The assassins turned off the lights as we pulled up to hide the gruesome details.
Mother: Well, you better go in and check. Let me know how long it will take.
Me: How long what will take?
Mother: Defeating the assassins.
Me: Oh. That shouldn't take too long. I'll likely use a few knives and skillfully disable them.
Mother: Why don't you disable them with love?
Me: How do you kill someone with love?
Mother: Well, you just need to change them with your love.
Me: Like the difference between life and death change?
Mother: Go get your father.

As you can tell, I had assassins and violence on the brain. And remember the next time assassins attack, defeat them with love.