Claymore (2001)

Don’t be so quick to throw away your life. No matter how disgraceful or embarrassing it may be, you need to keep struggling to find your way out until the very end.

You don’t need to know our names. Because this is where you die.

…Tears can flow…from silver eyes, as well.

I had already lost this life. I do not intend to stretch it out at the cost of my honor.

Don’t you think it’s beautiful? That rosy red that spreads only where the body is wounded. I shall paint you in that lovely red……little boy.

Tell you what… I’ll carve you up until you find yourselves cursing the fact that you have such resilient bodies.

What an eyesore. Disappear.