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!

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.

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

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.