“Chihiro, huh? Her real name's Chihiro? Can't beat the power of love.”
“You know, Chihiro, darling- all it takes is one little wrong step and you end up feeling frustrated your whole life, like me.”
“Marilyn Monroe wasn't even her real name, Charles Manson isn't his real name, and now, I'm taking that to be my real name. But what's real? You can't find the truth, you just pick the lie you like the best.”
“......This is real power, real strength! Foolish humans, etch my name with fear! Me and, the name of this gun is <>......<>!!”
“What's her name?""None of your business.""That can't possibly be her name.”
“Huh.”“Huh what?”“Would you look at this?” he asked, examining a small box. “It says it glows in the dark.”“So?”“So, what use is that to anybody? I mean, what am I supposed to do? Write her name inthe air with it?”