Of Course, Die For The Monster Spawn.

After All, How Many Ways Can One Heart Be Mangled And Still Be Expected To Keep Beating?

So When He Touched Me, It Was Deeper And Slower Than The Wildfire, Like The Flow Of Molten Rock Far Beneath The Surface Of The Earth. Too Deep To Feel The Heat Of It, But It Moved Inexorably, Changing The Very Foundations Of The World With Its Advance.

Yes, You Are Exactly My Brand Of Heroin.

You're Not The Center Of The Universe, You Know.

I Figured If I Played Nice, I’d Get More Time With You.