I know you yearn for him, and for one last time you shall have him. But please, let go of him after this.

I just worry you may pay too much attention to what you’re running from to see what you’re running to.

You need to tell me because I swear that I must be going mad. It will give me a sense of sanity if you felt the same.

Well, we are still the created, no matter how dark we’ve become. We are no more trespassers than the jaguar that had been trailing us. We all belong, because we all live, as simple as that.

It enables me to survive and to think of tomorrow. You cannot survive in my world if you will care too much for the ones today who could perish tomorrow. I only speak of experience. You still have time before it is too late. Just consider the consequences. Do us all a favor by not letting us all suffer from it

Feast upon your enemies to give you life. This, too, shall give me mine as I savor the destruction of flesh and blood off the children of the Light. Their souls will cry out to me, my own soul singing with its tune until one day the true power of my Realm will exist in all dimensions.

When she was a young girl, you remarked how beautiful she was, how special she was. Why couldn’t you say by the way, she’s to lead an army of men to those monsters? And that she is being set up as bait!

The army of men that will come for us will be our sustenance.

You humans destroyed my life, my family’s life, everything I loved and treasured. It was because of your ancestor that my kind fell. And then, the one thing I could still love in the shadows of the Night Realm was Oliara. When that was taken away from me, I became empty. So do not tell me you love me; even if I could give it back – which would never be given to a human – I could not: I no longer know how to.