Fate is a prison. When free will is gone, what’s left?
All I wanted was my life to be my own. To be free. Turns out fate has a twisted sense of humor.
When you can’t remember your lives, you can’t change your lives, and that is the terrible and the secret fate of all life. You’re trapped, by that nightmare you keep waking up into.
We each deserve to choose our fate. Even if that fate is death.
There’s no such thing as fate. You get lucky or you get dead.[to Kit]
There’s no such thing as fate. Nothing’s decided.
The future is fate, it won’t change.
It’s what makes us human, thinking we are administrators of the fates.
We can’t change what fate has in store for us, but we don’t have to face it alone.
Vikings cannot control their fate. But we can control how we face it.[to Gudrid]
The fates are toying with us now, setting our feet on seemingly divergent paths that still somehow converge in the most unlikely of places.
The fate of one individual will always remain a mystery.
