Centuries have passed in vain and I begin to wonder if I will ever be able to see my love again. How much longer can I sustain my life?

Paint the man, cut the lines, cut the flesh, watch the blood spill – let it come!

Why did he have to go in there? You don't go into burning houses. He should have known better.

Something died inside of him that day. Watching that man slip away was more than his mind was willing to handle.

I wish I could ask you how much you remember. I don't know if there will be anything left after I consume this drink.