“A few Paris blocks away I led a completely normal life with my sister & grandparents. And here I was sword fighting with dead guys.”

“I am completely happy. My sister is here, and because my sister is here I am somehow more me.”

“I don't know if my life will ever be completely normal again, but something like normal is a good start.”

“You think I led him on? For what? Kicks? I don't have enough exictement in my life, so maybe I'll tease a nice guy, get his hopes up, then laugh and skip away?”

“Huh. I'm truly a hopeless case. Here I am, in probably the last few moments of not only my life but possibly my entire existence, about to throw myself into the breach most likely to get killed and maybe even completely, absolutely and utterly obliviated, and what am I thinking about? Sex! I really am a guy.”

“Geez what is it with these guys and their swords, why can't they just century up and get normal bad guy weapons?”