Speak Of The Devil, And The Devil

I’ve Never Tried To Keep A Specific Person Alive Before, And It’s Much More Troublesome Than I Would Have Believed. But That’s Probably Just Because It’s You. Ordinary People Seem To Make It Through The Day Without So Many Catastrophes.

He Was Giving Up On Keeping Me Alive, Letting Nature–or Rather Mob Justice–take Its Course. When He Returned, And I Was Dead, He Wouldn't Hold Anyone Responsible. He Would Not Mourn. All This I Could Hear In Those Three Words.

I Want To Stay With You." It Was Easier To Say In The Darkness, Knowing As I Spoke My Voice Would Betray Me, My Hopeless Addiction To Him.

I Wanted Myself. I Wouldn't Let What Was Mine Be Destroyed.

You Speak As If A War Were Raging." "to The Remains Of The Human Race, One Is.