Your sister was a corpse and I was a living girl and he loved her more than me
The darkness is coming for us all. We'll face it together. And when the Great War is over, perhaps you'll remember I chose to help with no promises or assurances from any of you. I expect not
Should I explain to you the meaning of a closed door in a whorehouse, brother?
Give freedom a chance. See if it doesn't taste every bit as good as what came before
