Mathilda:You killed my brother. Stansfield:I'm sorry. And you want to join him? Mathilda:No. Stansfield:It's always the same thing. It's when you start to become really afraid of death that you learn to appreciate life. Do you like life, sweetheart? Mathilda:Yes. Stansfield:That's good, because I take no pleasure in taking life if it's from a person who doesn't care about it.|