You see? There are still faint glimmers of civilization left in this barbaric slaughterhouse that was once known as humanity. Indeed, that’s what we provide in our own modest, humble, insignificant… Oh, fuck it.
"Only after disaster can we be resurrected. It’s only after you’ve lost everything that you’re free to do anything. Nothing is static, everything is evolving, everything is falling apart." - Fight Club: A Novel by Chuck Palahniuk
Cat: You realize you're walking right into her trap. Coraline Jones: I have to go back. They are my parents. Cat: Challenge her, then. She may not play fair, but she won't refuse. She's got a *thing* for games.