She sees things — things that might happen, things that are coming. But it’s very subjective. The future isn’t set in stone. Things change.

My first language, the true language of the soul spoken only on our planet of origin, had no word for betrayal or traitor. Or even loyalty- because without the opposite, the concept had no meaning.

I, the soul called Wanderer, love you, human Ian. And that will never change, no matter what I might become.

We did not hope for the same things, but we all hoped.

Could a dead, frozen heart beat again? It felt like mine was about to.

If we could bottle your luck, we'd have a weapon of mass destruction on our hands.

That maybe you should make the most of what time you have? That you shouldlive while you’re alive?