“And it only seems fitting that, in this moment of illusion, the words just come out of me. "I love you, too.”

“Ah, love. That’s what the world has lost. There’s no more love, only the illusion of it.”

“I don't know if it was love or an illusion. I don't know if there's ever a way to be certain.”

“The trick was looking past the illusion, because the exit was never as far away as it seemed.”

“His lips are familiar. I know the shape of them, know how to make mine fit against them. His taste is familiar too. For all the illusions and colors and sweet smells... he has always tasted like skin. His breaths are shallow. I'm holding his life against my tongue, between my rows of teeth. He's offering it up.”

“The world seems so clean if you only looked up.”

“Perhaps... you love too fiercely.”