Dispose of everything that was lost. There's no time to dream about something that won't come back. I must look forward. Forward.
Tite KuboRed like blood White like bone Red like solitude White like silence Red like the beastly instinct White like a god's heart Red like thawing hatred White like a frozen, pained cry Red like the night's hungry shadows Like a sigh piercing the moon it shines white and shatters red
Tite Kubo