I just wanted to hear you beg. You’re almost as pitiful as those useless bodies on the floor.

So it is time for you to face it and accept it. I am ready for this battle, Cassandra. The question is: will you be?

But I’m not going to as long as I can help it, as long I’m breathing I will not stop the breath of another, Kins or humans or whoever. Words don't make us do what we’re supposed to do. My actions are my own, I don’t care who wrote them. So I’m going along with this journey to find my own path.

Raesha was of great wonder and irony; she did not need the Dark Guardian’s help to become like us. She became worse than us. I am certain that somehow the Guardian knew of this, and that was why he did not change her in the first place; why diminish something that was already so potentially dangerous; what is worse than someone being changed to darkness? Someone who on their own free will becomes darkness.

Dear, my life is just as confined as yours, but I am all right with it. Who knows what’s out there. We are all meant for different things. But if something piques your interest, then perhaps you are one of those to find out what can still your heart.

Are you a coy woman, spinning me tales to thwart my understanding until you have me by the last of my existence?

Never say that you’re useless! I’ve seen more courage tonight from you than I have ever seen in someone in my entire life; you were ready to fight those Kins to certain death! Now get up!