Character: Rebecca (Revi)

- Money? Is God??
- It is force! Much more useful than God. By the way Rock, but I appreciate you? God? Love? Don't be ridiculous. When I lived in poverty, and the God of Love was already somehow sold out. And then I something waited and believed, complained to God. While life won't punish me for something that I did not commit. Just because they were in the neighborhood. What can you trust in a weak, young age? Money! And arms! With them, the world becomes just great.
- It's awful.
- If I wanted pity, it added to the story more snot. And I see the world clearly. The lesson here is that when I go over the edge is the only thing that matters. Not everyone likes to be like everyone else, Rock. And one more thing: fat bastards, vacationers in Bali, bitches in nothing more complicated than his makeup, not even engaged, I don't want you to hear my story of how these hypocritical nothingness. There's nothing worse than companion that thinks you're a prostitute. If you ever scolded me to my past, you will cease to be his and I will taste your blood...

- Will share a little secret with you, Rock. Let me ask you this: what are these things?
- The order and a human skull.
Wrong, Rock. It's just things Rock. Discarding their purpose, is all that remains. Only stuff. And if to give them new value, then the memories will fade. The only thing that matters for millions of people is money. It is the only value that they have. All the rest is sentimental nonsense.

Despair is like the end of everything. You have nothing to lose.

To die from lack of air is only death from suffocation and nothing more.

- Bones? Skeleton!
- Of course bones. They're everywhere. Rock, this cemetery is the people that everyone forgot. They took the grim Reaper not at their will. No flowers, no candles. Nobody comes, nobody remembers. Damn catacombs - no Holy relics. Never liked such places. Here smells rotten. Will be here too long, you will ruin your lungs.
Hey, Cry, you think, what do they feel? What they were thinking when the lights went out, and ran out of air?
- It's too dark. Don't want to think about it. When you die from suffocation - I feel like dying from suffocation. When they die strangers is just dying strangers. Think about this useless Rock. Think about what will not interfere.