He was my tormentor and my solace the creator of the dark and the light within.

I'm telling you, monsters aren't born, they're made.

Some stories aren't black and white.

My heart, independent of my logic, had reserved a place for my tormentor and my solace.

He couldn't say it. He couldn't tell her how much she had come to mean to him. She could destroy him with her rejection. If she had feigned her feelings for him - if he'd bought into her lies and her quest for freedom... He wasn't sure what he would do. He could hurt her.

They say I tried to hurt my nurse. I tell them they tried to hurt me first.

Love does not always begin or end the way we wish it would.

This isn't a romance. You're not a damsel in distress and I'm not the handsome prince come to save you.

That you could fix me? What's more, that I could fix you? Well, Sorry, pet, I don't want to be fixed. - Caleb