Character: Cassandra

You deserve to die, but there is no honor in vengeance.

Deeper than any other feeling, deeper even than fear, I am saturated, poisoned by the indifference of immortals to us mortals. In vain do we strive to soften their icy coldness with our slight warmth. We are trying in vain to escape from their violence - I have known this for a long time.

She was the sunshine of my life, its decoration, the Comforter in every sorrow. I have never concealed a single thought from her, and now I feel like I lost a part of herself.

- Seeker you have an interesting ability, I always wondered how you extinguish magic.
- You've never seen a Templar?
- I'm an apostate.
- And you never drove the Templars?
- I am very careful apostate.

Remember, boys, beautiful dresses can't change the world, but the women who wear them can.

- What kind of person would steal Santa's sleigh?
- Very talented.

True power can only get those who to achieve their goals ready to violate all the laws.

My life was extinguished as quickly as a light in the window. One switch will become dark.
- The light is born in darkness - clearly he said.

But the gods are deaf to the vows irritated;
Passionate lunch trays to them
Than sacrifice with liver diseased and stained.

I don't have enough humility. I see the distant future and forget to see what is close to the present. But all the answers are in front of me.

Reality is what you believe in.

The human race is constantly evolving. Advanced minority strives forward, not knowing where it was going or what awaits us around the corner. It walks clumsily, to touch. It is full of doubt. In the meantime, the bulk consisting of the reactionaries, draws humanity back, waking it the basest instincts. Weight is effective and completely confident.

In the end, the terrorists just properly educated. After all, if you think about it, all are born free, equal in rights, all originally possess the same genetic capital. In every culture, in every nation, regardless of skin color, is found a certain number of egoists and the kind of number people generous. Some educate soldiers, with the help of propaganda taught to obey, to kill, not to have an opinion. In others, develop the ability to think independently and create. The source material is the same. For all responsible parents.

We understand the pain of those who are screaming and bleeding. I wonder if oysters be screaming when you open the sink, gasped when they poured the lemon juice if them gushing bright red blood at the moment, being chewed, would we eat them alive?