Death was just the beginning of a journey that everyone took at some point.
Listen, Legs, I'm going to die anyway. I'm human. And I don't know about you, but I don't believe in visions of the future. I believe we choose our own destiny. You didn't give me a choice last time....
No one's happy here, you know that. But I am content, and maybe that's enough for me.
They were friends. That's all she ever seemed to have. Friends. She had enough of them.
You look beautiful and tragic, just the way a heroine should on the eve of battle. Like Joan of Arc in her silver armor.
Nat didn't know what to make of Ryan Wesson-whether she wanted to slap him or kiss him. Slap him, definitely