She's beautiful and graceful, and she is very compassionate and loyal when you aren't responsible for the murder of her family.

When I am writing anything in general, I just want to tell the story that exists in my head; I don't try to write a parable or make a point.

Ah, love. That’s what the world has lost. There’s no more love, only the illusion of it.

Fate, I think, is a thief.

Because even if the lie is beautiful, the truth is what you face in the end.

There is no choice for him but to believe. He has nothing left to give in offering.

There is warmth shooting through my broken body where there should be pain, and I put my arms around the back of his neck and I hold on to him. I hold on because you never know in this place when something good will be taken away.