Speak Of The Devil, And The Devil

It Was Sort Of The Pattern To My Life - I'd Never Been Strong Enough To Deal With The Things Outside My Control, To Attack The Enemies Or Outrun Them. To Avoid The Pain. Always Human And Weak, The Only Thing I'd Ever Been Able To Do Was Keep Going. Endure. Survive.

I Like The Night. Without The Dark, We'd Never See The Stars.

I Was Just Wondering Why You Stabbed Him. Not That I Object.

How Can A Little Thing Be So Annoying?

Don't Be Afraid," I Said, "we Belong Together." I Was Immediatly Overcome By The Truth Of My Own Words.