I see, but I cannot do—that is my blessing and my curse.

There is a bond between you three unlike any other. Ties of the solstice. Links of fate.

Nothing works on the first try. That’s why you must fail and fail and fail again and again and again before you can fail again and maybe succeed. Or fail some more. Because you can’t manufacture progress.

By all means, vote on our demise while I actually do something about it. You may not agree with my actions, but at least I get results.

Do whatever normal people do to show affection. It’s all nauseating to me. I’d trade a hug for a punch any day. A hug is a mixed signal. A punch is clear. I hate ambiguous bullshit.

They all line up, and they all fall down.

I’m not here to judge; I’m here to exploit.

Mysteries within mysteries. Buried alive by secrets. Suffocated by masks and crushed by costumes. But now, everything’s coming up corpses.

The world will change without you, boy.