«You’re stronger than they are. You are. They just want a good show, that’s all they want. You know how to hunt. Show them how good you are.»
I just don’t know how to look at the world anymore. I don’t see street and traffic lights and cars. I see demons and angels. Everything’s different. The world’s the same. You’re the one who’s different.
Why is it, when something happens, it is always you three?