Jacián!" She yells again, and then she says something in Spanish. A moment later he comes down the hallway. "I'm going to tell Grandfather you said that," he says. "What do you want?

Just stand. Bend. Balance.

So, ah, I'm not sure if you know this, but you're not wearing a shirt." "Distracting, isn't it?

A trapped soul waits for redemption. It waits. And waits. For her to take her last breath.

Dreams aren't memories," he says.

Feels like I'm in a play and I don't know all my lines.

With practice, you will master your own dreams.