Well, it's nice to have a dream. But it's even nicer when there's a remote possibility of it coming true.

I thought it was real. But by morning, all I had left were fragmented pieces, shifting images with no beginning or end.

What if it can't be worked out? What if I'm—what if I'm broken for good?

Foolish Ever, don't you realize there's no longer any difference between you and your-monster? You are the monster. It's your dark side, your shadow self, and you've now joined as one.

No matter what happens, we'll always be together, always find a way to locate each other. No matter which guise my soul decides to wear, I will always return to you. Just like I always have returned to you.

The only reason I lost, the only reason I failed to get what I want, is because the monster is me, there's no difference between us. It makes all the moves, calls all the shots, while I'm just along for the ride, with no idea how to pull the brakes or get off.

Damen, seriously, you must know I don't love you because you're immortal, I love you because you're you.