The most valuable treasure is hidden within one's heart. The value of a secret surpasses anything you can imagine, and thus, it is worthy of a trade.

Rest now, dear sisters, bound as one, till the time itself is all undone.

The desire to reunite with someone dear, I feel it too.

I just want to see her again, to hold her, to sing with her once more.

So many things... I can't remember... but... thinking about her makes my heart feel... strange...

The Night has long forgiven them. Yet hate and filth shall never rest, and they too shall never truly sleep again.

It is torment unto eternity.

Everything has its rhythm, and even the strings need rest after a long night of playing. She looks tired, let her rest.

Wandering in the dark of night, your path is not your return.

Sleep, sleep, my dear. I weave sweet dreams in the place where you recline.

Cruel Lord… What more can you possibly take from us?

Dear God, have mercy. Is not your abandonment of us punishment enough? How long must we weather this cruel fate?

There is nothing here for you to pillage or plunder. Please, leave quietly.

You fool. Don't you understand? No one wishes to go on.

God is merciful, and so created the Old One. The Old One will feed upon our souls and put an end to our tragic realm of existence.

Surely you have seen for yourself the pain and suffering that fills this world. But fight poison with poison.

To fully enjoy the beauty in our lives, we must first acknowledge and embrace our pain.

The more we know pain, in all its varying flavours, the more we can appreciate the sensations and the feelings that we like. That's the nature of contrast.

But is numbing our pain always a good thing?

But even if we choose to fly away... Well, that doesn't mean we're never coming back.

I like it when the bite marks cut through the skin.

I am in disgrace. Which is the opposite of grace. I ought to be terrified. But I feel serene. And there's a kind of hope, it seems, even in futility.

Look at me, hug me, tell me it's enough or I'll break.

Better never means better for everyone. It always means worse for some.

You can wet the rim of a glass and run your finger around the rim and it will make a sound. This is what I feel like, this sound of glass. I feel like the word "shutter".

When we break the wards and walls of Concentus, the blood will spill out of the road, and into the rest of the house. I suspect some people may get soaked in the process. I would have it no other way.

Prompt physical care and psychological intervention are advised.

Please, make me disappear from this world. I hope that nobody will remember me and nobody will be sad because of my disappearance.

I regret many things, but taking you in will never be one of them.

Family is not defined by our genes, it is built and maintained through love.

There is no doubt that it is around the family and the home that all the greatest virtues are created, strengthened, and maintained.

Other things may change us, but we start and end with the family.

That pain is… is a reflection of what was done to this place.

It is often the case that the words spoken aloud contradict our innermost thoughts.

Even if I make a wish, I bet no one would want to make my wish come true.

I'm rotten to the core and unworthy of pursuing the truth.

I don't even have what it takes to apologize after hurting the only person who would listen to me.

if you keep swallowing the anger back, it's going to choke you.

i — so imperfect, so weak, so unspeakably lonely.

I'm not the right person for the work of the academy, nor am I good at communicating with others.