Your most valuable weapon is the capacity of your heart to contain all the secrets, even the darkest one that cuts your soul. For in time of pain it will strike your enemy that even the very person you care the most will not win over you. So I say, contain everything in your heart, every tear and cut. Silence is much louder than the clanging cymbal.
And, yes, I know your filthy hands. But I will keep my silence.
So I dare you not to hurt me, cause I know all your ways, YOU ARE NO LABYRINTH TO ME!
P.S.
YOU SHOULD KNOW BY NOW MY CAPABILITY.