Next time you don’t understand me, come back to your first instincts.
Go back in time and space, and intrigue yourself through the labyrinths of your brain lobes.
Go deeper than that, and dig yourself a place in your heart’s arteries.
Remember what was your initial drive?
Remember your real intentions?
Now, you come and tell me I was crazy for killing you.

There is not, and never has been, such a thing in this world as a meaningless coincidence.