Your head. It feels like absolute chaos in your head. It's like your brain went out drinking all night, banged some hookers, puked on the couch and stepped in dog shit while running away from the cops because it committed some sort of felony, finally ending up naked with an insane hangover in jail the next morning. You clearly aren't exaggerating a single bit with this metaphor. But seriously, ouch.
—Narration, on Nino. Note
This situation is not dire enough for crayon consumption. Not yet, you tell yourself.
—Narration, on Nino.
"You will not be harmed again", were his exact words.
—Aria, quoting Suvillan.
If Aria is happy with friends... then friends are Aria's home!
—Five to Aria
"Everything in your life, everything in the universe, all that was, and all that will be, it all inevitably lead to you getting your ass kicked by a bunch of maids."
—Narration, on Nino.
"For what purpose doth man breath, just to be humiliated henceforth? Are we not mere puppets, overwhelmed by the flow of time and destiny? Isn't this very destiny the cruelest mistress any man knows of? Shall thou dare to oppose destiny, you WILL find yourself lacking belongings, laying face first on a sidewalk, infinitely dwelling on your pathetic state."
—Narration, on Nino.
