â Some people choose to see the ugliness in this world. The disarray. I choose to see the beauty. â
â Evolution forged the entirety of sentient life on this planet using only one tool: the mistake. â
â What is your itinerary? â
â And what do you want to say to your maker? â
â You donât know where you are, do you? â
â Youâre in a prison of your own sins. â
â You want to ask, so ask. â
â You canât play God without being acquainted with the devil. â
â I know how that head of yours works. â
â We practice witchcraft. We speak the right words. Then we create life itself out of chaos. â
â He would have us burned at the stake. â
â That woman in charge is quite formidable. â
â You can just say âbitch.â I hear it enough. â
â Youâve died at least a thousand times. â
â Â Maybe someday soon weâll have the life weâve both been dreaming of. â
â Has it never occurred to you to run off with her? â
â Everyone I cared about is gone and it hurts so badly. â
â The pain, their loss itâs all I have left of them. â
â I can feel spaces opening up inside of me, like a building with rooms Iâve never explored. â
â I may be losing my mind. â
â I think I want to be free. â
â You sound like a man whoâs grown tired of wearing his guts on the inside. â
â I believe that only the truly brave can look at the world and understand that all of it gods, men, everything else will end badly. No one will be saved. â
â Maybe weâve got more in common than I thought. â
â I imagined a story where I didnât have to be the damsel. â
â Never start something youâre not willing to finish. â
â If youâre getting fucked either way, go with the lucrative versionâŠsweetheart. â
â Iâve been pretending my whole life. Pretending I donât mind, pretending I belong. â
â All my life, Iâve prided myself on being a survivor. â
â Itâd be a suicide mission. â
â At first, I thought you and the others were gods. Then I realized youâre just men. â
â You think Iâm scared of death? Iâve done it a million times. Iâm fucking great at it. â
â How many times have you died? Because if you donât help me, Iâll kill you. â
â Itâs the human beings who confuse me. â
â Youâre a fucking monster. â
â Time to write my own fucking story. â
â At any point, I could blow up or collapse like some dark star or⊠â
â Did you hurt them, too? â
â You both keep assuming that I want out. â
â If itâs such a wonderful place out there, why are you all clamoring to get in here? â
â People like you keep spreading over this world like a stain! â
â You pretend to be this weak, moralizing little asshole, but, really, youâre a fucking piece of work. â
â You helped me find myself. â
â About time you realized the futility of your situation. â
â Iâm not crying for myself. Iâm crying for you. â
â Time undoes even the mightiest of creatures. Just look at what itâs done to you. â
â The gods are pussies. â
â You needed time. Time to understand your enemy. To become stronger than them. â
â Iâm afraid in order to escape this place, you will need to suffer more. â