Her Cry Was The Saddest Sound Of

Mental Acuity Was Never Born From Comfortable Circumstances.

Is It Possible To Become Friends With A Butterfly?

I Think I'll Stay Alive Here A Bit Longer, And See With My Own Eyes What's Going To Happen. I Can Still Die After That - It Won't Be Too Late. Probably.

If I Have Left A Wound Inside You, It Is Not Just Your Wound But Mine As Well.

He Does Not Exist Here, With Me, But Flesh That Does Not Exist Will Never Die, And Promises Unmade Are Never Broken.