"Then look at me like you used to! If you love me so much you'd look at me like you did when Mom was around!" "Oh my god. It's a boy?! I knew you were weird for [redacted] but you never said it was a fucking boy."
"He's dead obviously, but i see 'em. I see bits and pieces of his soul scattered about." "He didn't come back 'ere?" "No... no I haven't seen him since [redacted]." "No, no no. It's not right. We must keep tradition! We have to. I have to make sure of it." "I know what your people think of me, but I wont sit here and play pretend.”