They’re Lucky I Didn’t Rip Their Arms

I Never Lied To You. (kiara) Of Course You Did –you Said You Could See The Real Us– That We Weren’t As Bad As We Claimed. But You Didn’t And, Just Like Everyone Else, So Long As We Risk Our Lives To Protect And Save You, We’re Okay. But The Moment We Have To Make A Choice Not Ours, The Moment You See What Our Pasts Have Made Us, You’re Horrified By The Truth And Hate Us For It Like We Had Some Kind Of Choice In What We Are. (syn)

Can You Just Saw His Arm Off While We're Here And Get Me Loose? (amanda) I Could Do That, But He Needs His More. I'd Cut Yours Off Before I Did His. (tate) Oh, Great, What Are You, His Igor? (amanda) Wrong Movie, Igor Was Frankenstein's Flunky. Renfield Is The One You're Thinking Of, And No, I'm Not Renfield. Name's Tate Bennett. Parish Coroner. (tate)

I Hate You! (artemis) Don’t Keep Saying That, Artie. It’s Cruel To Get My Hopes Up. (acheron)

Inside Us All Are Pieces Of That Which Makes The Neagitve. Demons Are Neither Good Nor Bad. Like You, They Have Many Facets. It Is That Inner Essence, Or Drive, If You Will, That We All Have That Guides Us Through Our Lives. Sometimes Those Voices That Drive Us Are Whispered Memories That Live Deep Inside And Cause Us Such Pain That We Have No Choice Except To Let It Out And To Hurt Those Around Us. But At Other Times, The Voice Is Love And Compassion, And It Guides Us To A Gentler Place. In The End, We, Alone, Must Choose What Path To Walk. No One Can Help Us With It. (menyara)

Why Would You Do That? (delphine) Why Do You Think? (jericho) Because I’m A Bossy Hag And You’d Rather Be Enslaved To A Man You Hate Than Deal With Me. (delphine) You Know…you’re Not Funny. (jericho) I Think I’m Hysterical. (delphine)