- It is the height of this desperate who once knew love, really knew, and whose feelings of destruction are seemingly out of proportion. And yet, in the center of this hundred year old winter, you shine, like the infinite stars of the galaxy that as a child I admired so much. And also, more than the love you have for Zideriale, your original land, you are happy to be with me, the one who is in a way the cause of this strange evil, and whom this world would probably be happy to accuse and punish. It is this kind of love that I will never understand, and I am glad of it. Such great and unconditional love is probably the most beautiful thing there is. But ignoring its limitations and conforming to my reality will more likely help me in that future when I am forced to face repression.
- You don't have to ! Kleb cried out of rage and despair. You don't owe the world anything ! People's craziness is their own ! No one else has to take responsibility for it but themselves !
