They Call Her My Singer—because Her Blood

Saving Her Life Was The One Acceptable Thing I'd Done Since I Met Her. The One Thing That I Was Not Ashamed Of. The One And Only Thing That Made Me Glad I Existed At All. I'd Been Fighting To Keep Her Alive Since The First Moment I'd Caught Her Scent.

Once You Cared About A Person, It Was Impossible To Be Logical About Them Anymore.

Speaking Of Which, Would You Like To Explain To Me How You’re Alive

I Wanted The Monster Back And That Was Plainly Wrong.

She Reminded Me Of What It Did To Her When I Left — What It Still Does To Her When I Leave. She Feels Horrible About Bringing That Up, But She’s Right. I’ll Never Be Able To Make Up For That, But I’ll Never Stop Trying Anyway.