Eso es lo que hace el odio. Te alimenta y al mismo tiempo te va pudriendo.

“If they really want us to be happy, they'd let us pick ourselves.”

“that's what it was like waking up in the crypts. no-longer-dead. but without he…”

“His eyes are blazing with light, more light than all the lights in every city i…”

“So I guess this is the next big thing. And I guess that's when it starts to hit…”