I moved to leave, and Dylan actually grabbed my shoulders. I was so surprised that i forgot to karate-chop his elbows and break his arms.' “I don’t want anything to happen to you,” he said urgently. “What you want does not matter here,” I said slowly and carefully. I hoped Dylan was sensitive enough to read between the lines, to the subtext of: Let go of me or I’ll kill you.

Even needing to get to Angel, we couldn’t forget the basic necessity of eating.

If you love something let it go.. if it comes back its yours

What are we but our stories?

Love means you can never be apart.

But then we have to leave, have to. It's always been that way, and it will always be that way, Jane. That's just.. how it works

My choices were to either give in and let them kill all of us or fight back with everything I had. I chose the second one, ’cause I’m just funny that way.