I hate guns. Swords I can handle; they give you a chance... But guns I can't stand. An idiot with his hands on a gun doesn't need any skill, he just needs one lucky moment...

But it's the best long range weapon while my bows are down; Michael's and mine aren't anything more than advanced swords. And the bows are down, so this is the one chance that I have to get this woman out of the way before it's too late... Memories and thoughts went through my head, but they're meaningless at this moment. I haven't--we haven't--got a choice.

She raised it, grieving, knowing that this girl stood no chance--and in that impossible second, she looked up at her.

My finger tightened... She stared at me, jumped--and was gone, impossibly, wonderfully, and I was confused. I had to go--now--but the innocent wouldn't be harmed, and that was beautiful. Whatever she might become, that was still in motion. It was not concrete; the future was never sure.

She was carrying all three, and with them the memories of the beauty--the truth--the lies--the shock and horror.

Nothing like knowing that your best friend secretly wanted to incinerate you.

Her sun staff glowed at her back, but she knew that it would recognize her touch and leave her unharmed; that was a part of its magic. Traves could have never used her own weapon against her. Michael's--yes, but not her own. There was a pretty piece of irony.

She knew that the normal beauty of the purples and blues of the scarf would not match with her burgundy pants, but it was the best that she could find at this time. Yet--she looked down, astonished. The scarf was shining, light blue as the sky during a sunny day. There was even a little sun glowing in the corner... As she felt the heat from her sun staff, she understood; this was its response to its proximity to the weapon. Traves had indeed been clever beyond all imagining--he had been able to truly harness the power of the sun. It wasn't just a little spell or trick; it was the true sun. She wondered if it was from the fragments remaining of their star, exploding as they fled. That would make each of their weapons truly a remnant of their "home" system; they still had yet to find a place that felt like home. Ariana came close, Ari and Chantha--but after the last, disastrous trip, she didn't feel quite as welcome.

It was a pleasant surprise, though.

Storyline: Gaia story.

Influence:

Looking up, down, sideways, anywhere but you. If I stare into your eyes, you'll see my truth... You've been a part of me for so long that I can't stand being apart from you... Nothing could've gone wrong, everything went wrong, and I can't hang on... I'm here, home, but without you--and it drives me crazy. I pretend (so barely) that I'm not outraged, furious, sad, everywhere. I let you in.... I thought that that meant something.... All that's left is this front, this thing that you see, and I can't breathe around you... I have to smoke just to hold some semblance of calmness... I'm here, apart from you, and cannot pretend that I'm whole without you. I miss you, miss me, and hate you--but I know why; I know that it's my fault. It hurts.... I was naive... My fault; I can't cry now....

Here I am, and you will not recognize me. You don't see the truth, and it drives me crazy. Do you have any idea how much I'm without you? Do you have any idea what that means to me? I can't show you the weakness....

Storyline: Gaia Story

INfluence: Behind These Hazel Eyes-Kelly Clarkson

Haunted... Haunted by the tale of the man from long ago... The palace was haunted, now, by a ghost that she had sent there. The court bards sang of her curse (her curse? She hadn't killed him), sang of his malevolent spirit.

Even as a ghost, he was a rapist...

She looked on in horror, looking at the recordings and flashing back on everything that had happened. When she had seen.... Traves and Michael... Bile rose in her throat. She had hidden, she had been contemptuous, she had been stabbed, she had been furious, she had been scared... And Ari had paid the price; Chantha's summons told her of the most recent "visitation". And the powers said that only Michael could resist him... It was certain that with Jexica and Michael back, she knew that he would fixate on them... And this, she couldn't fight....

The courtesans laughed at Ari, they dared to--her power blew through them and they fell to the floor. They were all panting, they were all horrified; she made them pay and feel what she desired for them to feel. Her fury coursed through the room...

She walked through Ari's mind with her.. The horrors came on Ari, and they fell back through Jexica....


Them, together and loving--Ari and Chantha, Jexi and Michael--and unknowing of what would happen. Foolishness; not to suspect it from a corner that it would never come from. Entering the room alone, not knowing that it was the last time... Not knowing that eyes were watching... (Worse yet to come...) She felt the sickness.... A message, a sending, and then turning and wondering if something was strange. The sudden knowledge--knowing that something's wrong, knowing that you can't run, and this cannot be fixed by any method that you have available to you. Tormented--thinking that there's a way out, a freedom--

But not before the end. Not before the betrayal, not before the pain and the fear and the wildness and the sending into a kind of insanity.... Ripping through your body, your mind, your love....

She wailed.

Storyline: Gaia Story

Influence: Poor Thing-Sweeney Todd Soundtrack

She smiled; this time was harder than ever. After his front with Michael--pretending to love him, really chasing every man coming across his path--and she couldn't even tell if he was genuinely that stupid, if he was truly that naive, or if he was truly malevolent. He was an unpleasant man; that much was definitely true. "Love"? She smiled at him; that was easier, as it was loaded with knowing and contempt. Pretty men; pretty men such as Michael, pretty men such as her lover.... Beautiful, lovely souls...

Not the bastards who tried to destroy them. She had failed once before; the basic knife she had sculpted out of air hadn't been enough. As Traves whispered to her--tried to whisper sweet, dirty things, she resisted the urge to do the same exact thing. She felt her power rise--clench--stand at his throat--she held it in, held it close, holding onto her hesitation. Pretty men such as Michael... What you do to him; I will not stand for it...

The hair was curly and bouncy, she stared up at Traves and covered her discomfort... Pretty men, lovers, stay forever. The memory--you cannot rob me of that, and it makes me hate you all the more. Memories of him, waking up at his side, waking and sleeping and every moment inbetween... He was still there, but he wasn't, and he had left her in a way she hoped would never happen again...

Proof of something good? Traves, you're spinning lines, now. She gave him a wink that told him all too clearly what she thought, and left him alone for the night... The tiny spell that she had woven over the room made sure that he would leave Michael alone for the evening. Small vengeance, small consolation, but such a large amount of pleasure.

And pretending--pretending such things, telling Traves that it was all for love, refusing to directly state it was for him (she couldn't lie nearly that well), and making herself sicker the whole time...


Storyline: Gaia Story

Influence: Pretty Women-Sweeney Todd

Rage, throes of it, running through the castle... They could feel Jexica's true power, and they weren't fooled by the others...

The most powerful magician was horribly afraid; he could see what would happen if she chose to exercise it on the rest of the world. She was close to unbalanced already; she was going to be out of control--especially with the moonsblood--they could feel the hurricanes of power running through the castle. If she chose to seek revenge.... This passive approach might not last for long.... He didn't know how long she'd been under the strain; he was scared.

He could see, with little imagination, what would happen if she became completely furious. She would kill--she'd kill Traves, she'd kill everyone in her path--she'd go crazy--this couldn't happen--but there was no way to prevent it. She felt so full of fearsome life...


she would strike without any care for who she hit; friend or foe--she couldn't see any friends. She could recognize Ari and Chantha, but that would fade. She would wonder why she had bothered waiting... She would decide that everyone deserved the same thing; everyone was evil somewhere, everyone was pathetic, and everyone would be better off dead. The weaklings--the strong and violent--yes, they'd all be better dead, in her mind, soon. Death would be a release...

But the overwhelming sorrow was still too present in her mind; she was still completely horrified by what had happened to Michael, she was still grieving for his mistreatment.... She would kill if he died.

But the insults... They would simply have to be careful.

Storyline: Gaia Story

Influence: Epiphany-Sweeney Todd Soundtrack

The memories, dead and wound around your innocence... She's broken, she's dead, and nothing will bring her back; can't you tell that she's not breathing? She's no longer there, she's completely gone. And you cannot allow confusion or grief to consume you, or you'll simply fall farther.... I am here and you won't hear me.... Hello, I am here... Can you read me, can you feel me, can't you sense me? I fear the light, I fear the new life; if they would do this, then they have stepped up to a new level.... I don't grieve for her; she got what she really wanted in the end. You don't grieve for her, you grieve for death.. You grieve for stupidity... I grieve for no more innocence... I grieve for turning this child's game into something far more real and far more horrible... I don't want to be like this, I want to return to yesterday, when we were certain that no matter what else they did--they'd never do this--but really, there are no limits, are there? They will break whoever they like whenever they like. Thank you for taking away one more thing, Jon.

Storyline: Gaia Story

Influence: Hello-Evanescence

I can't do that again, no, no, I can't. -hyperventilating, afraid, alone- The power impressed them, but it scares me so much... I can't let myself lose control, lose consciousness; I'd show who I am. I can't be having that. If we do that... If I show who I am, then there will be no more fooling around. I can't break Traves's spell--Michael has to do that for himself. And I can't do anything; this deception would only go farther to convince him that I can't be trusted. And then I'd lose my only chance for redemption--I'm so lucky that they already suspected that I had raw power. If I keep playing hard and fast like this.... If I keep on allowing myself to let me go... Then I lose control, I release my powers, and you'll recognize the familiar feel of my magic. And that can't happen.

If I let that happen; if that's all that's left to me, then I have no further choice--leave you and hope that the spell will weaken, or try to force you... I can't do that; that wouldn't be you.... I refuse to turn you into a pawn...

Storyline: Gaia Story

Influence: Lose Control-Evanescence

I see the person who you hide from yourself; I see the lies that you present to the public. I see who you're trying to be--and I don't want to believe that, but I refuse to lie to myself.... You're evil, and although it's a beautiful lie, the prophecies ARE fallible. I can't just decide that they aren't because we don't want them to be.
And the way that everyone's treating you; the way that everyone else is reacting and bowing down to you even though they should be able to see your contradictions.... They should be able to see your lies, see the difference between what we want and what we are.... You are horrible, you're lying to them and somehow making it believable.
Once all of your shields are gone down--when you can't lie to yourself anymore--what's going to happen, Thony? Will you face the truth, or stay hidden?
I can't love you; thought I could once but I know that was an illusion. You've betrayed me, us, and the world. And I don't understand everyone's reluctance to believe in fact; you aren't eal as you seem now. You can't save us--you'll doom us all.

Storyline: HSC
Influence: Everybody's Fool-Evanescence

Fear is only in our minds, and once we're rid of that, we're so far advanced... Even though fear is in our minds, we need to move beyond it--conquer it. I can't let it take over me, or else you'll be able to blind me with it.
Dry your eyes, Traves, yes; tell them the lies and say it with a song in your heart--you can make everyone believe it. Because you're so good at the game, you're so good at these lies, that no one can tell when you're doing it and when you're not. Fear is in my mind, and I refuse to let it overtake me.... I can't.... Even when I'm horrified by what's going to happen. Even when I'm horrified by losing control, even when I realize that you've fooled Michael somehow.. No matter what, I can't let myself be taken over by fear.

It's a bigger enemy than Traves; it's his friend.

And I'm afraid... He's so believable. He's so clever... But he's no better...

No....

Storyline: Gaia Story
Influence: Sweet Sacrifice-Evanescence

I can see you, Thony--you're afraid, fettered by what you think are our limits. And I can understand your fear; I can recognize that you're so scared of what you became, and that you worry I'll soon turn into that. The prophecies can't corrupt anymore, but power and evil can.... You can blame me, love, you can let me know that you fear my power, and you can turn everyone against me. They were predisposed; given how I've been and how thoroughly you turned them against me... I won't hold you back, I'll let you go. Under the condition that you never come for me again.......



I remember saying all that. And I'm eating those words, Thony; not this time... I'm not going to let you fall. Just because she doesn't want to remember it, just because she doesn't want to believe.... I'm not going to let you go under, I'm not going to let her hide you away and call you crazy... You don't deserve that. I'm never letting that happen to you or to me.

Storyline: Gaia Story
Influence: Lacrymosa-Evanescence

Retreating into your mind--my own mind--never knowing what's real and what's not--never sure what happens when I'm awake and when I'm asleep, never certain... I fear what could come, I fear what won't come, and I fear what is to come. Sometimes it doesn't hurt... Sometimes it's beautiful.... Sometimes it's killing me.... I lie down and don't know what's a dream and what's not.... I'm not sure what to believe....

I worry, I fight you, and I wonder what's your reality and what's mine, I wonder where you are.... I wonder what you want me to believe, and I wonder what you're thinking... What you're feeling.... What are you doing? Where are you? I wish that I could find you.... And you're everywhere, you're nowhere, you're all of me and none of me, and I can't find you. And then I find you and I stay, stay away from the screams and the shock and the horror.... I feel terrible, wonder if my entire life has really been a dream.....

And I stay with you, and that's the part that I'm assured of, that's you... In this field, in this house, one is imaginary and I don't know which is. One is mine and one is not and one is somewhere else in another time...

Storyline: HSC
Influence: Imaginary-Evanescence

It's these parts of you coming into me, it's these parts of you turning into me. And a part of it is what I always had the potential to be, a part of it's what I've always wished I had the potential to be. I remember who I once was, and I remember what I turned into, and I wish that I could be like you... You're cold, you're hard, but I'm so pleased that you don't seem to hate me as much... I'm so happy... I miss your closeness when you remember everything that I once was. I miss what we could've been if I hadn't been so wrong. I miss what I've never had.

You're making me harsher, you're making me harder, but you're making me so much happier. You're taking over me, and I love it--even if it kills me, and I think it will, I know it will, I've got to stay with you. It makes me a better person; you help me. Thank you.


Storyline: Witness

Influence: Taking Over Me-Evanescence

If you really cared... If you really meant it.... You wouldn't have waited until now to tell me. You would've already been here. You would stay with me, you would be near me. Love isn't just a word to convenience you. I'm leaving; I'm not waiting around for you to define yourself. If you loved me--if you loved everything that you really cared about--then you wouldn't have left. You would have never left, you would have never gone near me. And I know that; I know you better than you'd like. Well, the you that you're pretending to be.

Isn't it just a game? Aren't you just making it up to mess with my mind again? It's too late; I'm not falling for that again. I'm not letting you have your way with me. I remember you, and I hate those lies. You waited for too long; I get the feeling that you're only here to make a big dramatic moment. I get the feeling that you're only here because you want me to forgive you and love you. It's over; you ended it, remember?


How could I forget?


How could you... I don't know what you were, who you were, but you were never who I thought you were. Don't cry, don't lie, and please shut up. I'm sick of you. Just shut up and get out; this was your last chance.

Storyline: TBS
Influence: Call Me When You're Sober-Evanescence

Finally, a spying mission that did not involve her going undercover. Michael was taking this one; she was too well-known. She could be recognized by almost everyone on this world--even with her new face. She touched the scars--the little "x" under her eye--not even wincing anymore. They came so close to cutting into her vision; she was completely thrilled that nothing unfortunate had come of it. Well, nothing more than a giant, disfiguring scar.

Michael, although he had offended so many, was barely recognized back on this world. From the messages that they had been receiving, Jexi knew that something was going on--something awful. Hopefully this noble wasn't highly placed enough to invite Chantha--and to have his invitation well-received. She hoped Ari and Chantha wouldn't show up; they'd recognize him, even if no one else would. (Even with his scar--mate to hers--they'd still remember...)

The forehead jewel still played its part as a transmitter, but it was a whole new level of complexity; it was now transmitting directly into her mind. Physical proof was unnecessary; they just needed to know what was going on. She closed her eyes and saw with his mind when he remembered to transmit--she hoped that he would do so again soon.

She was picking up bits and pieces--a ghost, a violet-haired witch, a disaster, and something about Ari--something so horrible about Ari that they wouldn't dare whisper it. She held a book under her arm and leaned on the balcony, looking over the cityscape... She was trying to record everything aqnd put it all together; she hoped that he would say more soon...

Storyline: Gaia Story

Influence: This avi.

Inviting me to do this? Inviting me to get within a foot of you, with this dagger, is a horrible notion. Do you have any idea how I've been longing to have you--to kill you--since you tried to harm Alicia? She will let no man touch her--none of us are worthy, although I dream that someday she may come to hate me less.... But none of us are yet worthy, and you are least of all; she'd kill herself before she'd let you touch her like that. And this is a revenge that you don't understand, that you don't expect, that will nonetheless be all the sweeter when you know its truth... You don't know the danger that you're in, although I'm a terrible actor, you're even more foolish than I.

I am wrapped in the memories of Alicia, and I swear... If harm comes to her because she trusted me, because she made that one mistake, you will face worse than death; you will face US in our rage. As it stands now, you will be given such a graceful death.... Such a PEACEFUL death...

She's beautiful. As you sit there, going on and on about pretty girls and pretending that it's all because they want nothing more--they want this, they want this horrible thing that you offer them--you bastard, it's not their fault. She's beautiful, she's heavenly, and you would visit more horrors on her.... Yes, pretty women--girls--like her are amazing. They are a joy. And they will BE joyed to hear of your demise.

Storyline: Witness

Influence: Pretty Women-Sweeney Todd Soundtrack

She smiled, looked up. She was in the throes of rage--Thony could see it better than anyone else, even those near to her mind, nearer to her.... She was spiraling out of control with the grief, with the hatred, with everything. Bhen was about to be a dead man....

They all deserve to die, she said calmly. She was calm, smiling, and reasoning it out as she went. We deserve it; we deserve nothing better or less. I can't stand the idea of the bastards being allowed to live--and I can't live without him. We all die; we all pay for our sins.

No one else paid her much attention. Thony could feel her power's build, he could feel her rage. He could understand her; that was what upset him most of all. She wanted vengeance--but it was no one here's fault. At the same moment, it was everyone's fault. All of these people here--with the possible exception of Nicole--had unforgivably betrayed her at one point or another. He could feel her resolve, her sorrow, her inconsolable horror. She was in a state that was unreachable. She was full of an emotion grander than any he had ever felt before--purer--more terrible.

Storyline: HSC

Influence: Epiphany-Sweeney Todd Soundtrack

Being so resigned--resigned to the loss of that you want more than anything, that one person who can make everything better and save your life and sanity and mind all in one sweep--had to hurt more than anything. Chantha hadn't understood Jexica's calm when she had come to beg their assistance in hiding her from Traves and Michael--under their own noses--but he did now. That calm was nothing more than a shield, so as to not worry everyone else.

He told his advisors, his friends, his enemies, everyone, that he was strong and safe and alright. He couldn't tell them that really, every moment was a torment. He couldn't tell them that really, every time he was with her--and facing the fact that this wasn't quite her, was a bastardization of everything that she had once been--he couldn't tell them that he hated every instant of it. He couldn't tell them how it was wearing him down. He couldn't tell them how he blamed Jexi, he blamed Michael, he blamed everyone--he blamed himself most of all, blamed Ari not at all, and was horrified at the fact that this could never be undone. His wife--his love--his miracle was gone from him, and he had no way to contact the only person who could possibly free her. Only Jexi could do it, and he had no way to find her. He couldn't find his son (who was bound to her); all that he knew for sure was that his son was not in danger, or else Jexica would have showed up with him in tow... Maybe wearing her angel's wings again.

He could almost smile at that memory, except with the knowledge that it had made Ari smile, made her laugh at the vision of Jexica as an avenging angel in ripped pants and a bright blue jacket. It had made Jexica scowl for a moment or two, but she had eventually joined in--once she had sent off their disreputable son.

And he couldn't find him, he couldn't find Jexica, he couldn't find Michael or any of their travelmates.... He couldn't find where Ari really was... He couldn't find anyone, and he knew that with each night that approached, everyone on his world feared to fall asleep because they knew who would be visiting them...

Storyline: Gaia Story

Influence: Johanna (Reprise)-Sweeney Todd Soundtrack

She wore Michael's cape--she was becoming more and more attracted to its simplistic beauty, added to its ability to disguise you on a cloudy night... One star glowed, a star in the middle of her chest. She was hiding in the night, hoping to avoid that which was meant to come.. That which was meant to attack; she had had more than enough experience with he and his "talents". She knew enough to be frightened of him, which was why she sat in the night with two swords. She also didn't want a trigger-happy, superstitious guard to decide that now would be an appropriate time to have vengeance on someone who had "harmed" the Emperor and his wife.

Influence:

Storyline: Gaia Story.

A sing-song voice, coming out of the voice, whispering words of comfort and love... She recognized it, almost--but was lulled into believing it by its power. Soothing and calming, she went into the blackness...

Chantha entered the room in the morning, shocked, horrified. Ari was chopping her hair ragged, crying, screaming; it was all as the guard had warned. He whispered, trying to help her--but it wouldn't work--only one person could possibly know how to help. He ran.

Jexi and Michael stood at the foot of the roadway to the Emperor's palace. Jexi looked worried, Michael no less so. Once inside, the danger was almost touchable--and familiar. Jexica stayed with Ari, holding her and staying in her mind with her as Chantha explained. Michael set up in the room for the evening as Jexi kept watch. It would not be beyond Traves to attempt to harm them as he was confronting Michael.

She could feel the familiarity of Traves brushing around her, touching her, gleeful in its recognition. She froze, keeping watch. He sensed her worry.... He smiled, in some invisible way. Then he flew away... She slumped, watching Ari.

Michael fought. He used his skills, his mind, his love... Traves tried to influence him, and the failure was great.

Although I have changed, I'm the same man who I was then. I would never have loved you. I never loved you.

He blew the phantom--the fool--away with the night. No more of him, no more of his power. He could feel Traves scrambling to find anything, anyone to hold onto. He was gone... Forever.... He felt the life quench out. He ran to find Jexi--he didn't know if she would have been near enough to Traves to be affected quite as thoroughly as Aquariana had been--

She was crying. He could sense grief and put his hand on the hilt of the sword... He sensed her... And Chantha... Chantha was outraged, furious.... Jexica was horrified, scared, sad--guilty.... He could feel them both distinctly.

He couldn't feel Aquariana.

He felt a boy behind him, flying, weapon of some sort in hand, and moved out of the way, ready to grab him if it wasn't the person he thought it was....

He ran into his mother's room, ready to kill the demon that was already gone. Jexi kept crying, Chantha staring at the both of them and into the hall at Michael.

Storyline: Gaia Story

Influence: Final Scene-Sweeney Todd Soundtrack

He brushed up against her, and it shoved into her. It forced its way in--the memory, overpowering and painful. He had planned that, she knew.

A girl, so honored, so willing--until she realized how far everyone else was prepared to go. She hadn't wanted this; she hadn't asked for it--she protested, she feared, but she couldn't be released. She watched the "party" progress; the girl was escorted to this thin as a sign of respect. Respect? Politeness? It was a trap, a trap, couldn't the silly chit see that? No; she couldn't, she was only impressed that they were willing to be so kind to her after her refusal. And upon her arrival, drinks were pressed on her.... Over and over.... She was pressed to a lawn chair, and they all...

Alicia couldn't take more of it; she already knew how this would end. She tried to get out of it--to force her own way out of a vision--knowing that such a thing was supposed to be impossible.

On her way out, she saw a moment earlier in the vision; Josh leaving the party. Although he hadn't seen it.... He had known...

Storyline: Witness

Influence: Poor Thing-Sweeney Todd Soundtrack

My friends; solid and respectable. Unchanging. Never abandoning for any reason; magic wouldn't change the allegiances of these specialized lovelies.....

Her angelbow, made of the feathers of the angels who fled the earth. Her demonbow, crafted from Michael's care--a sign of his strength and power, made from demon's wings and bones. Her staff, from Traves, made of pure life and power. Her beautiful sword, crafted specifically for her and to her needs and mind, by the warriors.... Her additional swords, sculpted out of pure fire and pure ice... Pure evil and pure light, combining to give her the best powers she could have. The weapons made by her own hands, for her purposes and unable to be bent to any others....

Hers, and only hers; they would always be at her side.

Storyline: Gaia Story

Influence: My Friends-Sweeney Todd Soundtrack

He heard her scream. He saw Bhen, afraid, saw the future as clearly as if he were something--someone--else, someone with visions of the future....

Bhen, eviscerated and before them all, collapsing to the ground. Zara screaming and Lili turning on her, smiling politely. The knife that had been used on Zeale going into her--in the exact same way. Himself helpless to stop her, unable to reach her in time. Nowhere near enough time to heal everyone.... Not all of them... Her turning on Marke and getting his throat. He heard her whispering to Nicole, "Welcome to the grave." Zane left alone--she turned away from him in disgust--then whirled on him again to get him, too... She didn't even need it; she was using it to deal with her grief.

She ignored the rest of them, falling, furious, screaming.... Her rage ripping through everyone else.... Thony remembered Lili calmly telling him, once, of how in another time, she had ripped the world apart.... She would do it again, but Bhen was gone....

All in an instant, all in the second before she moved, he saw her. He understood her. He grabbed her and held her still. It didn't matter that Zara would interpret it the wrong way--he could explain later, would rather have her alive and angry than dead.

Storyline: HSC

Influence: Epiphany-Sweeney Todd Soundtrack

It's my fault. She looked at him. This was a surprise--admitting his mistake? Admitting the truth, standing up for what was right? This was strange...

It's not who you are now that deserves to die, it's who you were then... That's why I have to kill you. Forgive me. You have changed, you're different--but any memory, any vision, it always comes as you in your former persona. It always comes as you the way you were then. That's why I can't forget you. I can forgive you for me, but not for the others.... I have to keep examples...

I don't blame you for who you were then, I can't while you're trying to make such admirable amends....


Why don't you just drop dead? Breezing past him in his discomfort; you deserve it.

Storyline: Witness

Influence: Fall Out Boy

Now.... Now, I can forget you. I can try to forget you, and I know that you're watching me.... You feel bad? You are sorry? You weren't sorry then; it's too late now...

Isn't this what you wanted? Didn't you tell me to move on? Didn't you think it would be cheery if your two exes got together; that would be more convenient for you, wouldn't it?

Well, maybe I never loved you. Maybe this is who I've always been, maybe I always wanted her. Maybe you were just second-best; how's that feel? Isn't that what you wanted? Didn't you want me over you? I'm so over you now, Zara.. Over you, and over her--

Isn't that what you always imagined? Maybe I faked our love; but doesn't that seem insignificant to you, now? I thought that you were over it, over us? I thought that you were done with your concern for me. I thought that I had bored you to your breaking point. Deal with it; you moved on, and so have I. I'm with her... Yes, your best friend... Isn't that exactly what you wanted, in precisely the worst way?

Storyline: HSC

Influence: But It's Better if You Do-Panic!