I'm the sheen on water, Rin thought. I'm a looking glass. I'm not real.
No wolf falters before the bite So strike No hawk wavers before the dive Just strike
. . . as long as there are movement and harmony, there are words.
... and with my last thought I felt some real sympathy for those poor chickens.
I'm not hopeless, that's the problem. I'm too hopeful, if anything ... I'm so thick-headed it's taken me this long to give up on men, but I can't give up completely, you know? So I ... I channel all my hope into an idea, to someone who can't reject me because he isn't real!
I, Geric-Sinath of Gerhard, declare that you're beautiful and you're perfect and I'll slay any man who tries to take you from my side. Goose girl, may I kiss you?