But when the ceaseless impermanence of all things strips away the finality of endings, what remains of fear? Is it a shelter protecting you from itself? Or is it a shelter protecting itself from you?

The only mistake I ever made was thinking you would help me. And I'm not going to make the same mistake twice.

You’re torturing me, and I hate it. I think I hate you.

A person is not a body. Death is a transformation into something new. It is only bodies that fear it.

Buried pain is still pain.

I don’t want to be a god. I want to be me.

It’s no use arguing semantics over a metaphorical chicken-or-egg, because the egg is hatched and it’s about to ruin everything.

You did kill someone. Greater good or not, something would be very wrong with you if you didn’t feel at least a little bad.

Time passes. You can’t be sure if it’s days, or months, or years or even decades. It’s all a wonderful, boring blur. You’ve never been happier.

Look, I know that you’re mad at me but I think we both just need to let bygones be bygones.

There are some changes that can never be undone, there are some tears that can never be unshed.

I don't think you get the magnitude of hatred that sits between us. You've broken more trust than I thought I had.

No! I’m the one who hurts you!

Only with both of us is there a future to look towards. It is hope that carves meaning into being.

The corners of her mouth curl into a demure smile, and she gently takes your hand in hers. She’s cold, and a little clammy. But her skin against yours is the most real thing you have ever felt.

This one is soft and delicate. You molded her to love you, and she’ll make for a gentle heart.

We’re not gonna go through with this right? She’s a princess. We’re supposed to save princesses, not slay them.

She wound up a princess because you wanted her to be a princess. As to why? Maybe she needed to be beautiful. Important. Above you, but on a level you could still approach. A herald of things to come.

Don't think that I'll allow you death here. I've made that mistake before. No. You will suffer until you see in me what I have seen in you.

I am a growing chorus of contradiction. A mass of tides ebbing and flowing all at once in more directions than my attention can bear to hold. To look at any one is to shift them all into something new, and to look away is to reshape them yet again.

I don't think you get the magnitude of hatred that sits between us. You've broken more trust than I thought I had.

The people out there are real. No matter what you do to them, no matter what you enable, I want you to remember that.

This one is guarded sorrow. She saw herself as alone but in the end had courage to share with another. She will make for a deep heart.

Even while you cut yourself 'free,' it was that lie that kept us bound in the dark. It was that lie that drove your edge through my heart.

This one is determined, but also cautious, one that would rather let the world move around her than move it herself. She will make for a patient heart.

Even when we reached the end and you sent me plunging back into the abyss, I was already free of fear. That act was your final assertion of will over chains.

I care about your gifts, but I have no preference to burden you with. Even if I did, I would never dare to tarnish our relationship by assuming myself above you.

A misplaced escalation of her passions, but clearly she still cares for us. I say we burn with her!

And you still don’t have a weapon! That’s funny! That’s a joke! I’m going to kill you now.

We are oceans reduced to shallow creeks.

I will long for your return. But it will give me time to reflect on what I am. We will meet again.

She asks that I tell you to remember her. You won’t.

I know you and you're hideous! Absolutely wretched! Just like me!

“She doesn’t want us.” “You’re just saying that because you want her to be into you.” “I know. I thought I was being obvious.”

Is this fun for you? It’s not fun for me. I don’t like being sliced to pieces.

A warning. ‘If you come here again, we will be here forever.’

I’m so tired of the bad blood between us. But it’s hard to let go. You’ve hurt me… And I’ve hurt you.

Oh, just you wait and see! My vengeance will echo the depths of my bereavement!

If I am to be an ocean, you have nurtured me into a pond. My waters are shallow and murky, and I yearn for more perspective.

I don't think you get the magnitude of hatred that sits between us. You've broken more trust than I thought I had.

I… don’t actually know. Nobody’s ever asked me what I’ve wanted before.

This one is like a shadow of me, twisting vines in search of answers. She will make for a curious heart.

I cannot tell you what desires I will hold when I have changed. But in this moment, all I want is to know myself and to know you.

Other desires shrink in the light of knowing you and knowing me.

I don’t want to hurt you, but the more times I go back, the worse I fear things will be.

Are you still there? Are you still you?

This one sits at the cusp of awakening. A new god, waiting to be born. She will make for a terrifying and divine heart.

Without a fight, no one can win, and if no one can win, then nothing has any meaning.

“I just want it to stop.” “It will, in time. But you still have a ways to go before we are done. Know that I hold no malice for you.”

You’re nothing at all.