Maybe it’s in us. It’s with Shelbys. It’s in our Gypsy blood. We live somewhere between life and death, waiting to move on. And in the end, we accept it. We shake hands with the devils and we walk past them.[to Tommy]
You and I both know the outcome of this battle has already been decided. But not by men. By the other women who spin our fates.[to Gunnhild]
We all have a purpose in this world, and it’s our lot in life to wait for the cosmos to reveal what that is.
Our fates are governed by the choices that we make.
Fate is a prison. When free will is gone, what’s left?
F*** prophecy. F*** fate. F*** everyone who isn’t us. We’re the only ones who matter, the only ones in this world. And everything they’ve taken from us, we’re going to take back and more. We’re going to take everything there is.
We cannot control our fate. We must accept it.
Sometimes our fate chooses us instead.
Our paths were too precisely linked to this moment for there not to be a reason. This is why. You get to decide.
I don’t care how strong you are. I don’t care how fast you are. I can see the future. You don’t live to see tomorrow.[to Conquest]
Find Geralt of Rivia. He is your destiny.[to Ciri]
Dreams are powerful omens. Perhaps we were meant to find each other.[to Ciri]
