That’s the trouble with gods, isn’t it? You never know if they’ll be there when you need them.[to Jester]
It’s not fair how easy it is to kill a spark. It’s a miracle love ever happens. If it’s not a myth.
It’s hard to predict when brittle materials will break.
I do not know my part. The path I walk has never been trod.[to Mysaria]
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.
Perhaps we’re destined to follow a path none of us can see, only vaguely sense, as it takes our hand, guiding us towards the inevitable.
No one who promises big things knows what’s gonna happen. But, it’s the ride that counts.
Here’s the truth. Anyone who tells you they know the answers is lying.
Going to the police station to see if your son is lying about a stabbing he was in. What page of the parenting handbook is that?
God! This is really not feeling like a finale yet. Is it?
Death is certain, the time is not.
You ready?[Jade Herrera]Not really.[Tabitha Matthews]That’s the right answer.[Jade Herrera]
