I’m a person in a thousand pieces. But I’m seeing a counselor. It’s a long, hard process, but little by little, you start picking up the pieces. And you realize that what you’re making is a mirror. And the more pieces you put together, the more you see yourself.
I see you pretending to be something that you’re not. You don’t have to. You’re already perfect.[to Lucifer]
Every living thing is armed with thorns and horns and fangs as the land wages war on itself, seeking the answer. I knew that war. That war between what you should become, and what you could become. I looked at this place and saw my unfinished soul. I looked at this place and knew, for me, that war was over. I know what I am now. I’m a cowboy.
A person’s true identity can often be difficult to discern. Even to themselves. Causing one to question their character, their calling, their very existence. For most, time provides clarity. But for others, these questions remain unanswered. For an identity cannot be fully defined when it’s a guarded secret.
Whatever’s in store for us, they can’t change what we mean to each other. Can’t erase what’s in our hearts. As long as we hold on to that… we’ve beaten Crisis before it even begins.