All my life I have dreamed of you.

He was her enemy, and she hated him because she could not hate him enough.

If it means my death, I don't care, because even death will be a sort of freedom.

In the Sapient tongue he said softly, ‘Tell me, Master, did you know Incarceron was tiny?’ ‘Is it?’ Sapphique replied in the same language, his green eyes as he looked up lit by deep points of flame. ‘To you, perhaps. Not to its Prisoners. Every prison is a universe for its inmates. And think, Jared Sapiens. Might not the Realm also be tiny, swinging from the watchchain of some being in a world even vaster?

Even across the dark, even across the loss, even across the emptiness, soul will speak to soul

Despair is deep. An abyss that swallows dreams. A wall at the world's end. Behind it I await death. Because all our work has come to this.

Freedom is a small price to pay for survival.