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.
Nat didn't know what to make of Ryan Wesson-whether she wanted to slap him or kiss him. Slap him, definitely
You look beautiful and tragic, just the way a heroine should on the eve of battle. Like Joan of Arc in her silver armor.
