Character: Mac. Page 2

Hope is a strange thing. Without it we are nothing. Hope feeds our will. And will rule the world. Even though I suffered from a lack of hope, but I had something else: the will, the recklessness and desperate... one more chance.

One who is not moving forward is moving backward. And the one who moves ago, long lives.

I had not uttered one of those standard phrases that we are used to comfort people in their grief. The words do not help, they are rather annoying.

I'm not going to lie to you more than you're lying to me.

I sighed. I had a lot of questions, and there was absolutely no one to ask them. I was surrounded by people who kept their secrets and went to the goal of strange ways - and all this for them was as natural as to live, to breathe and possibly kill.

Personally, I've never felt the desire to save the world. Decorate it? Yes. Save? No. The only world I was going to save is your own.

I was ready for anything but You...

- You have to pause after today's fall.
- No, I'm Lucky.
- My dog's name is Lucky. And she has no eyes and both testicles.