Fine, I guess I'll just stay here and eat dirt or whatever.

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

Tread carefully, now. Not even a god would survive sacrificing me.

It's not you, it's me - I have standards.

But loneliness that deep gets into the marrow. Now that I’m here - among friends - I can feel it burning out of me. Little by little, step by step.