Sometimes ideas feel like they were already there, and that you're just discovering them.

It's like pain, this pleasure.

Because there was just one thing that I had to believe to be able to live - I had to know that he existed. That was all. Everything else I could endure. So long as he existed.

You know, Jacob, if it weren’t for the fact that we’re natural enemies and that you’re also trying to steal away the reason for my existence, I might actually like you.

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

You’re not asleep, and you’re not dead. I’m here, and I love you. I have always loved you, and I will always love you. I was thinking of you, seeing your face in my mind, every second that I was away. When I told you that I didn’t want you, it was the very blackest kind of blasphemy.

It makes me . . . anxious . . . to be away from you.