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I dreamt for so long. My flesh was dull gold, and my blood, rotted. Corpse after corpse, left in my wake... as I awaited... his return. Heed my words. I am Malenia, Blade of Miquella. And I have never known defeat.

I want to be loved more than I want to love

That hand, it was covered in blood. It was falling apart. Everything, it was for you. He didn’t want to kill anyone, he couldn’t, he couldn’t kill anyone. But for you, because of you, he did.

What did it mean to be human anyway, and to what extent were we capable of being good, and to what extent were we capable of evil?

You are shaking fists & trembling teeth. I know: You did not mean to be cruel. That does not mean you were kind

why do you want to be loved? why do you fear being alone? it's not going to kill you.

My daughter, my last one. She's my sin. She's what I smeared on the world.

Sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof that you’ve been ruined.

I am what I am. To look for 'reasons' is beside the point.

When one’s conscience could not bear it, they can only hope that their flesh could share the pain of their spirit.

Utena tenjou breaks stone ground so hard her fists break and drags her broken body to the heart of the world she bleeds pure love and the mechanism can not bear it

And yet my heart is buried with you in the strange soil of the mortal world, as it was drowned with you in the cold waters of the undersea. It was yours before I could ever admit it, and yours it shall ever remain.

How do I look? I asked not to be turned into a monster; I begged. But you ignored my prayer. And you call yourself a deity?

Your highness, can a woman love other woman?

I never would have given you to them. Not for anything. Don’t cry. You’re perfect.

In my heart, you are forever my only god.

It's frightening that there's no guarantee that I'll ever be loved

O Mother, forgive me.

You take every possible thing into account, but why did you just overlook me?

My heart is a thin thing, these days - shreds of paper blown between the spaces in my ribs.