I never wanted to help, save, or protect people. I only wanted to light things on fire, blow shit up, and cut people open to see what’s inside.

Discontent is the source of my success.

To passersby, she’d look like just another drunk, but she’ll be just another corpse if she keeps crossing that line.

I used to look approachable, but people took advantage of me.

Terms of endearment become terms of enslavement when used correctly.

Truth is raw but never ugly.

I thought we were past this, Apolli. Overprotective doesn’t look good on you. Go back to scowling at everything that moves.

Never apologize for being alive.

Show me the boy who rose from nothing to become boss of the Apolli. Show me the king who built an empire from thin air. Show me the most powerful mage in this Nyx-forsaken world. Show me the soul who struggles every fucking second for sanity but still manages to rise above everyone else. And show me how much that man loves me, if he loves me at all.