“Entrails. No hissing. This is the closest we will ever come to love.”
“Sometimes, when I clean a kill, I feed Buttercup the entrails. He has stopped hissing at me.Entrails. No hissing. This is the closest we will ever come to love.”
“This is the closest we will ever come to love.”
“Loving is the closest we will ever come to immortality.”
“And that was the closest I've ever come to an epiphany.”
“You are the closest I will ever come to magic.”