I'm tired.

What’s one more corpse to a monument?

Futility is always better than apathy.

I love you too.

The tragedy of the virtuous.

Wood or iron, they burn all the same.

The exact number.

It smelt like home.

Jin Yurinhalt was afraid of death.

The ghost laughed.

We are not here to save lives.

Maybe I'm the hero.

We demand some god damn empathy.

Recognition held in them like fireflies in a bottle.

Those were someone else’s dreams.

Lymph filling his lips, viscous and bitter.

His blood.

Born to inherit the Earth.

I only wish that she can be happy.