His eyes running blood as he spoke to himself. It's like a volcano barely holding the eruption.

When I glue Master Calcirast's hand, I change his expression and release the words "Marikana......"

Must have pissed you off for me...... hey...... pretty happy.

My love for him seems to creep out of a pore called a pore.

No, of course it's an analogy...

I can't look him straight in the face and move on looking at the distance. The cobblestone continues to be white everywhere.

What a quick end to my life. When you realize it, it's the old lady.

What can I do by then?

Nothing in particular. Is it the end? If I were, I'd be sighing.

I open my mouth and take a big, deep breath. I wish my anxiety would go away......