I’d had more than my fair share of near-death experiences; it wasn’t something you ever really got used to.
我拥有比一般人多得多的濒临死亡的经历；这并不是一件你真正会习惯的事。
It seemed oddly inevitable, though, facing death again. Like I really was marked for disaster. I’d escaped time and time again, but it kept coming back for me.
这似乎有些奇怪，我又一次不可避免地面对着死亡。好像注定逃不开这一宿命，每一次我都成功逃开了，但是它又一次次地回到我身边。
Still, this time was so different from the others.
然而，这一次的似乎与众不同。
You could run from someone you feared, you could try to fight someone you hated. All my reactions were geared toward those kinds of killers — the monsters, the enemies.
你可以从你害怕的人身边逃离，你可以试着反抗你所恨的人。我所有的反应都只适用于那些杀手的——那些怪物，那些敌人。
When you loved the one who was killing you, it left you no options. How could you run, how could you fight, when doing so would hurt that beloved one? If your life was all you had to give your beloved, how could you not give it?
而当杀死你的正是你的爱人时，你没有选择。你怎么能逃跑，你怎么能反抗，当你这么做的时候就会伤害你的挚爱？如果你的生命是你能够给予你的挚爱的一切，你又怎么能不给呢？
If it was someone you truly loved?
如果那真的是一个你全心全意爱着的人？
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