โ So you keep telling me! Now make me believe. โ
โ No. No. No, no, no, no, no. This is not my problem. โ
โ Youโre pointing that the wrong way. โ
โ Iโm all better. You hear that? Iโm okay! โ
โ And what about my life, eh? You and yours damned me to Hell. โ
โ Is that any way to greet a mate? โ
โ If youโre not confused, youโre not paying attention. โ
โ Time for your famous rack of lamb. โ
โ If it glows, you call me immediately. โ
โ How does it feel, ___, to lock eyes with your future? โ
โ Itโs not my best look. โ
โ That kind of irony is hard to ignore, isnโt it? โ
โ Have you considered actual dragons as the guilty party? โ
โ Really? In a church? โ
โ If not, then we go our separate ways, and I never see your pretty little face again. โ
โ Come with me. Iโm taking you for a spin. โ
โ Moving in, are we? โ
โ Well, Iโm afraid Iโm in no mood for sparring tonight, darling. โ
โ Everyone who puts their trust in me dies. โ
โ Hell of a hangover comes with magic, even if youโre born to it. โ
โ But the best cure for a hangover is another drink. โ
โ Oh, and, um, grab your biggest screwdriver. โ
โ That was in the name of magic. โ
โ Put your pants on. โ
โ Are you wearing perfume? โ
โ Momentary relief from the, uh, tragedy of everyday living. โ
โ That doesnโt sound like a sin to me, mate. โ
โ Your heart aches, your head hurts, makes it hard to concentrate, doesnโt it? โ
โ A little bit of denial and a whole lot of gin. โ
โ I wake up every morning, and for the first five minutes of the day, I imagine that everyone I care about is dead. โ
โ I meditate on that. So when it inevitably happens, then, uhโฆ it lessens the blow. โ
โ Piss-poor design, if you ask me. โ
โ The world isnโt all puppy dogs and rainbows. โ
โ Still have to fight. Hard, on our own. โ
โ You know, one of these days, youโre gonna have to let me be the mysterious one of the duo. โ
โ Youโre either in this bloody fight with me, or youโre not. โ
โ Subtle as a serpent. โ
โ Well then, Iโll have to go it alone, like I always have. โ
โ Well, bugger me. โ
โ You got all the lows and none of the highs. โ
โ Rough deal, Iโd say. โ
โ Well, whatโs the point in having a mirror that shows you the past if you canโt wallow in it? โ
โ Oh, well, you know, for idiots, then. โ
โ Looks like Alice has already slipped through the looking glass. โ
โ You know what, Iโve already lost one good friend to this fight and Iโm not losing another, so Iโm calling you on your rubbish, ___. โ
โ Donโt lie to yourself. This isnโt about you creating something new. This is about you running away. โ