From the preaching of Father Carlito DeSorbo

Let me tell you a secret, my children. Love. Love is a human construct. Fraught with human emotion and foolish sentiment. We do not love. It is as foreign to us as the daylight sun. For the pursuit of love is a pointless endeavourer and the belief that one of us can experience love is but delusion. Granted, there are those emotions that masquerade as love. Desire, infatuation, duty even something as simple as banal curiosity. These are all but illusions to the echoes of our past.

Know this; we exist for but one purpose; to survive. Every motivation, every desire and every conscious thought is fed and fueled by this singular notion. To think as a human is to think as prey. And one should never do such a thing lest one becomes the prey. 

There must be no conscience. Do what you must to continue your existence. There must be no remorse. Kill with no discretion. Act without compunction. No life is above yours. This is what you must do to survive. We are hunters. We are killers. 

Now you tell me. Where within that, would you find love?