This one is a locked door to which you held the key. She will make for an open heart, if you let her.

Oh, you're sorry. Such a gracious little monster. Well if you're sorry, then let me out of here. Prove it.

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

Whatever horrors you may find in these dark spaces, have heart and see them through. There are no premature endings. There are no wrong decisions. There are only fresh perspectives and new beginnings. This is a love story.

That is the worst plan I’ve ever heard, and I absolutely love it. Let’s try it out.

Your compassion is what freed us both, but compassion is a thing that must be nurtured, and you cannot nurture that which cannot change.

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

This is a bad place. We're supposed to be together, but it keeps making us hurt each other.

This one is dominance. A figure capable of bending everything to her will. She will make for an overwhelming heart.

That’s so rude of you, passing judgments on strangers you’ve never met just because they’re different from you! How would you like it if I did that, huh?

You raise your will to end your life. But as it buries into the space your body should be, you feel nothing at all. One of the many hands in front of you reaches forward, and gently touches the side of your face. “There’s nowhere for you to be but here.”

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

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.

You raise your will to end your life. But as it buries into the space your body should be, you feel nothing at all. One of the many hands in front of you reaches forward, and gently touches the side of your face. “There’s nowhere for you to be but here.”

Do you... still care about me?

“We don’t even have a weapon.” “Yeah. Some clod threw it out the window.” “Again. That was you!” “No. I was just the clod who suggested it. And if I knew we’d be stuck here forever. I wouldn’t have done that.”

No, we won’t have any of that. The stakes are too high. You can’t just let her escape into the world… no. I can’t just let her escape into the world.

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

You’re nothing at all.

To change is to hold the potential to rise above. Would you limit yourself to what you are now, or would you like to see what you might become tomorrow?

I feel so cold. Is it because you’re gone?

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’m just a set of eyes and ears. I don’t make choices. At least not any that matter.

This is a bad place. We're supposed to be together, but it keeps making us hurt each other.

Is ‘Princess’ her name or her title? What if it’s both? Could you imagine being named Princess Princess?

With every gift you bring me, I excavate the alleys of what I am meant to be, and every exploration yields new and complicated truths. What I will be is different than what I am and what I am is different from what I was.

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

Pain is good. It’s how we stay alive.

“Are you me?” “I think you know what I am.”

“We don’t even have a weapon.” “Yeah. Some clod threw it out the window.” “Again. That was you!” “No. I was just the clod who suggested it. And if I knew we’d be stuck here forever. I wouldn’t have done that.”

This one yearns to grow and struggle. Even now I feel a will pushing against mine, not realizing that we are one. She will make for a bold heart.

Are you even alive? What's the point of doing anything if you're not going to feel a single emotion.

I’m only delusional if I’m wrong. And I’m not wrong. I can’t be wrong.

Look at us go. Aren’t we beautiful?

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

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

Oh, you're sorry. Such a gracious little monster. Well if you're sorry, then let me out of here. Prove it.

There’s no accounting for free will.

This one is a body that convinced herself that she was only a set of eyes. She will make for a watchful heart.

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.

When I succumbed to myself, you patiently stood by me and cut the thistles that rooted in my skin.

What’s the point of fighting if she’s just going to win every time? It hurts being sliced to pieces. We’re better off just sitting up here and doing nothing.

You are weightless and alone, suspended in the gravity of an idea too great for you to hold. The very ground beneath your feet loses its meaning. There is nothing but me.

[Throw the blade out of the window.]

Silly little birdface thinks he’s so serious coming down here but doesn’t know anything! He doesn’t even have a knife for stabbing!

Oh? Is that how it is? Yeah okay I feel that. I like you too. Neat! Still going to kill you, but now we can both enjoy a mutual romantic subtext to the murder.

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.

Her voice… it’s somehow even more beautiful than last time. I can hear wedding bells already…

But it does matter! Don’t you care if we’re being lied to? If He’s willing to lie about something as innocuous as a mirror, what else is He hiding from us?

Behold, the perfect woman!