[In the end she still wants to believe that the emotion itself is a good one. Something that is in the right place. She's not sure how to describe it.]
I think... [A pause, while she attempts to sort out her thoughts.] I don't think love is impure. What I think, is...sometimes darkness gets in the way.
[It probably doesn't make sense... not outside of her own mind.]
I think that sometimes people truly love someone, but they can't fight off their own demons. And when that happens, something that could have been reason for so much happiness, is destroyed instead.