I didn't know your identity, but I had an impression of who my opponent was, being surrounded by things you made.

I mean only that I hope they find darkness or paradise without fear of it, if they can.

Celia, wait,” Marco says, standing but not moving closer to her. “You are breaking my heart. You told me once that I reminded you of your father. That you never wanted to suffer the way your mother did for him, but you are doing exactly that to me. You keep leaving me. You leave me longing for you again and again when I would give anything for you to stay, and it is killing me.” “It has to kill one of us,” Celia says quietly.

You look like a ghost," Bailey says. He can think of no better way to describe it. "You appear the same way to me, so which of us is real?

Esse quam videri," Celia says. "To be, rather than to seem.

Natural talent is a questionable phenomenon. Inclination perhaps, but innate ability is extremely rare.

But you built me dreams instead.