" I wonder...if a day or age will come you things are not born with daggers in your hearts. You bury swords in the earth and cut such fine lines of your delicate lives. What a miserable garden. This quiet patch of broken metal and worn stone. "

" Such devotion to anger and fear..violence and tragedy. One of these was yours you know..? Tell me...did you drop it of your own free will or did all this just tire your grip? "

" You don't need to say a word...it's fine...it's fine. Just stay here a little while and be gentle... "