I’m used to edges, not curves. Breaches, not blessings. There’s no place for me in happily ever after.

Endings are paradoxes; happy endings are oxymorons. Ra agrees. That’s why he vivisects my mind with the scalpel of his hatred. I agree, too. That’s why I let him.

You were sweet when it was easier to be sour, strong when it was easier to be weak.

We don’t mention the worsening episodes, the ticking bomb, the inevitability of my fate, whatever that fate may be. The clock continues, with or without my consent.

Necessity makes saints of us all.

Don’t blame me. The world forged this monster.

My lies fall away like rain in a river.

Change comes, whether we want it or not. Same as truth.

We both want to start fires, watch worlds burn, and salvage our futures from the wreckage of our pasts.