PIGEON MY ARSE!

“..this feeling haunts and inhabits me, like a sickness. it covers me, like skin.”

“Your heart—as you call it—and hers are alike, after all: they are like mine, li…”

“Weep all the artful tears you like. You shall never make my hard heart the soft…”

“You're not sure? Look at your own fingers. Are you not sure, if they are yours?…”