Mama says I spend too much time in little fantasy worlds and not enough in this one.
May we all be doomed to a happy life.
I think I liked you better when you were a raging idiot.
Do you still look at each other like you once did, back at the beginning of the story when everything was a question you were too afraid to find the answer to?
Everything to lose, nothing to lose, someone's taken it, or you've lost it.
No," Wednesday agreed. "You have tortured with silence. You let her grieve for a soul she did not lose, mourn a heart that should not have broken, and berate herself for betraying the man she loves...with the man she loves. It can't be 'true' love without the truth, Rumbold.