“Whatever life I have left, it's yours.“
“Whatever life I have left, it's yours.“
“Do you really believe in that stuff? Séances?“
I looked up at him, my eyes watering in the wind. “I want to.“
“You want to believe in ghosts? In monsters?“
“I want to believe that things don't have to end,“ I said, looking away, but Dante didn't let me.
“I want to believe that too,“ he said.
“Bring us death so we can study it. To capture the mind of a child is to gain immortality. So that when we die, our minds live forever.“