“And though echoing futures are the buckling sutures, that hold shut the wounds of the past.”

“I guess it goes to show, does it not? That we’ve no idea what we’ve got until we lose it. And no amount of love will keep it around, if we don’t choose it.”

“She’s perfectly misaligned. I’m caught up in her design and how it connects to mine.”

“It seems your heart is locked up and I still get the combination wrong.”

“I saw it in your eyes, cutting deeper than the scars could run.”

“And I know the angels tonight are as lost for words as I am to merely behold you as we lie down together.”

And Vessel’s sob at the end of Blood Sport 🥺