To implement force against.  Never lift a finger.  I will stop you and I will repay you with a taste of my emotions.  Without any action, without any intent, I still yearn to let you feel a bit of my pain.  To tear you innards apart...to reach into your guys and tie your petty tubes into knots and separate them organ by organ.  I don't want you to live.  But even if you try...no matter how much you do...regardless of anything...I will only return to you whatever you choose to deal.  I am a merciful god.  Yes...I am merciful.  I have forced myself to keep the depths of my agony to myself.  Sharing my pain causes more damage than I can ever hope to repair, and I've always felt as though I should be the only one who bleeds internally.  

If I wasn't merciful, you wouldn't be here right now.