i want to be broken; i want to be reborn.

i'm the one who raised little waver. knowing that, i hope you can understand why i was so excited to be writing this commentary. in a way, it was a feeling like i had married off my beloved daughter, and after eight long years she had returned home with my grandson.

i am martin blackwood, and i am not lonely anymore; i am not lonely anymore.

michael laughs. the sound is nearly-imperceptibly doubled, as if he is laughing from more than one throat, a fraction of a second out-of-sync with himself.

you say i'm wasting my potential, but i don't give a damn / i just want a quick buck so i can get through tomorrow.

we don’t need salvation! but i want you to give us the freedom to choose! for that, we have the will and the determination to fight!

-in that case, what i want is... thank you, deputy head. for keeping me alive. -...! -...deputy head? -it's nothing... you're welcome.

i took you for a god in the heavens, but you! what did you take me for? you never took me for anything!

and, they made a decision as a human. they would be someone who rid the king of his solitude, and would always stand by his side.

and you're walkin' away / and i will die in this place.

the talented who understand solitude and / the melancholic patients who chose tomorrow.

i have been waiting desperately for the chance to relive my life.

there are three ways to survive in a ruined world. i've forgotten a few by now. however, one thing's for certain. if you're reading these words, you will survive.

then open your eyes, my accomplice! open your eyes and extend your hand up to the sky!

help me become something more than just a vessel in disguise!

‘probably’, he said, but with a weight in his voice that spoke of the hundreds, the thousands of times he must have replayed those battles differently in his head. and in those different simulations, how many times had he seen himself die?

oh boy who's realized he wants to be loved / if you're looking to the night sky—dance, / and sing the joys of goodbye.

but between me and u....... i didnt even have a favorite color until she yelled out yellow!! she was hella excited n smiling like a little kid. so i told her she was right and i havent seen yellow the same since, its in everything.

you're not a soldier ant. there's no need for you to perform meaningless slaughter.

you... you are my king... i will serve you. i will devote myself to you. please lead me... let me dream your dream!

kill this destiny / that's trying to tell you what you should be!

ladies and gentlemen / truth is now acceptable / fame is now injectable / process the progress!

there's magic in a bard's song, you see. they call it inspiration.

you say i'm wasting my potential, but i don't give a damn / i just want a quick buck so i can get through tomorrow.

if rescuing you is a sin, then i'll gladly become a sinner.

paragon, just cut through the night! / guide us with your beacon of light!

you should've raised a baby girl / i should've been a better son!

no alchemy can give me what i wish i could be / so i'll try a different body!

i read this novel on a daily basis and survived. thus, i couldn't give up on this story.

-however, boy, if you really are his loyal subject, you have a duty to avenge your fallen king. -if i challenge you, i will die. i was ordered to live on.

i can use this body i have now to lift the weight of the stones that i bear. / what's something that only you can do?

i believe that we'll meet in august ten years later.

you're unbelievable, ah / so unbelievable, ah / you ruin everything, oh / you better go home. / i'm unbelievable, yeah / i'm undefeatable, yeah / let's ruin everything / blast it to the back row!

you know how to love, and you’re worthy of being loved. how can you belittle yourself as a walking dead?

you know how to love, and you’re worthy of being loved. how can you belittle yourself as a walking dead?

we call those beings heroes, and they have not existed among us for far too long.

i would wait for him with a clinging anticipation. and the times when we talk are times when my heart beats so fast, it begins to hurt.

this star's future hangs by a thread / am i strong enough? / to be continued...

i will use the rest of my wretched life to protect you.

no alchemy can give me what i wish i could be / so i'll try a different body!

just once is enough. i wanted to pride myself on saving someone with my own will. even if nobody begs me to do so. even if nobody wishes me to do so.

we'll carry on / we'll carry on / and though you're dead and gone believe me / your memory will carry on!

better a lie? better i die? better i make it stop?

no alchemy can give me what i wish i could be / so i'll try a different body!

‘probably’, he said, but with a weight in his voice that spoke of the hundreds, the thousands of times he must have replayed those battles differently in his head. and in those different simulations, how many times had he seen himself die?

three cheers for tyranny / unapologetic apathy!

-so yosuga will shoot toto full of holes? -yup, and i'll tear nee-chan to pieces.

i have been waiting desperately for the chance to relive my life.

it's love without a reason.

if rescuing you is a sin, then i'll gladly become a sinner.