Character: Luke

- Did I go to Paradise?
- Better! You're in the bar.

In the fallow field where he found his sister's last stop, he sat with Suzanne's rotten head in his hands as the wind blew the scraps of the page away, feeling as if her death had pushed him into a new world - a nightmarish place where no one could be trusted. , and the earth at any moment can swallow you and your dreams. And if not the earth, coyotes will get to you, or Papa will come with a knife and remove sin from your soul, and scalp from your skull.

Luke, you talk in your sleep.
- Because I don't see the whole picture, Loki. Because you and the couple chose sadism and ruthless murder of innocent people. I am sleeping sheep just because they do not see the point in your criminal acts. Don't know the meaning. And I will never understand Loki. When you finally kill me, I... I'll be dead and you'll be a murderer. Here, perhaps, and all. This makes no sense. There is nothing magical or special. It's just disgusting, wrong, vile and completely useless, like you and those pricks who walk behind you, painted like the Ghost faces.

Parting is always difficult.

Me too, it is difficult to accept the fact that you're here, every meeting with you. But we'll get used to it, and the fact that we have nothing in common.

I've treated people rolls, and I can assure you, that always helps.

When people get desperate they do bad things.

There is always a choice. This is the only thing nobody can take away.

Don't trust anyone, not a soul in this game. Especially if they have something to lose or something to fight for.

The past has no value when we can have a future.

Power always gets rid of those undesirables. Silently or loudly. The power of killing anyone who stands in her way to crank out nefarious deeds. And we can't ignore it, pretend it is not.

- How have you held out so long? You are just a little... I don't think you could survive alone... maybe I could.
- Others took care of me. In the beginning I was left with the babysitter, parents went on vacation to Savannah... and never returned. Then one man found me and took care of me. We met other survivors and together tried to hold on, but... nothing came of it. His name was Lee. He taught me how to survive. He told me to stay away from the big cities.
- What, uh, happened to him?..
- I killed him. He was bitten... was protecting me, and I had to kill him before he turned.
- Oh...
- I had to.

- Good to see you.
- I would say too, but, alas, not able to lie.

- You're for me, not leaving, when I'll particularly need?
Never.