Love isn’t gonna save us. It’s what we have to save. Pain makes us strong enough to do it. All our scars, our anger, our despair, it’s armor. Baby, God loves the sinners best because our fire burns bright, bright, bright. Burn with me.[to David]
We moved through a city of normals, soldiers in a secret war. We were the ghosts in a haunted house, the golem of myth. To the normal, we were just superstition, make-believe. Sometimes it felt like that to us too. To me, I was a woman who couldn’t be touched, in love with a man who wasn’t there. What was real?
People get too close. They touch you and you disappear. And then they’re inside. In your belly and in your head. And when you get back, there’s a smell. Someone else’s smell is inside your nose. And you check out. You tell people, “It’s fine. I don’t own my body.” You say, “My power is like a vacation. I get to be a tourist in someone else’s life.” Who cares if every time I come back home, I feel dirty?
It’s a war, baby, this life. The things we endure. You said you saw the future, and it’s an apocalypse. Who survives that, the lovers or the fighters? They sell us this lie that love’s gonna save us. All it does is make us stupid and weak.[to David]
We all have our role to play in this war we’re fighting, good against evil. There is no good stronger than mother’s love.
It’s not crazy babies that worry me. It’s the men they become. Like a fire, falling in love with a fire. We try to smother them, put them out, but they just burn us up.