A flower can't choose the place where it blooms, and a child can't choose the parents she's born to
Hiro MashimaI don't want...to run away by myself... because no matter what...I'd rather be together with everyone.
Hiro MashimaI remembered... It was the colour of your hair. Farewell...Erza. ~I'm Jellal Fernandez. What about you, Erza?(I'm Erza. Just Erza.) Well, that's kind of sad. Ohh!(Hey...What are you doing?!)It's such a pretty scarlet colour...I know! We'll give you the last name of Scarlet!(Erza...Scarlet) It's the colour of you hair! Nobody will ever forget that!~(Jellal...)
Hiro Mashima