[Feel these green eyes staring not at you, but piercing through you. Like he can see your straight into your soul. Ironically he can't. Why so canonly soulless Misa?]

Your conviction blinds you to the truth.

[And he'll take one step closer because he wants you to cower. He raises his index, pointing ominously at Misa's neck, and midriff.]

Tell me, human. Will love save you should I choose to put my hand through your flimsy neck? Would it protect you if I were to disembowel you?

Do you think love will stop me from annihilating your existence this instant?