I have witnessed dar too much, and you have given me too little. Finally, I can see.

I've taken more pleasant shits than you, Mizora.

I don't mean to judge a book by its cover, but that man is all cover and no pages.

You could've asked me to do the same - to throw myself at her, what I wanted be damned. But you didn’t. And I’m grateful.

I am so much more than what you made me.