All I wanted was my life to be my own. To be free. Turns out fate has a twisted sense of humor.
You can reject your legacy, but rarely can you escape it.
Whether this is my end or a new beginning, I have no way of knowing. I have given myself over into the hands of strangers. I have no choice. It can’t be helped. And so I step up, into the darkness within or else the light.
We each deserve to choose our fate. Even if that fate is death.
We can’t change what fate has in store for us, but we don’t have to face it alone.
Thinking you can stop the bad thing from happening, that’s ego. The bad is coming for all of us. We’re just things on the devil’s to-do list.[to Mike]
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 Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills.
The future is fate, it won’t change.
That’s the funny thing about coincidences, ain’t it? Sometimes they just happen.
Only I become mother of the Heir. And do you know how? By compelling fate to look at me. So I could scratch out its eyes.
