Character: Anna. Page 3

... And then I came. I, Anna, the worst your curse, Kai. And I'll make you sorry.

Why don't you love me Kai? She asked, knowing that I won't get an answer. You belong to me. I'll show you all the beauty of the darkness that binds us together. I'm gonna drag you to hell... I'll give you a new life. I'll teach you to love me.

- I don't kill people, ever since she showed up, Kai repeated the phrase, perhaps for the hundredth time. They die when their time comes. I come only to take souls and to indicate the way forward.
- Any death is unlikely to agree with you. To them, you're just a killer who first takes those whom they love, and then themselves. But if you think that it is not...

Kai. My silly Kai... Why do you have Gerd when you have a snow Queen?

- Hey, are you okay?
- Of course. I'm dead.

She was a demon. My personal demon.

You're the same as everything, Henry. We are all the same. Only in different versions - with different bodies, in different words. Like insects. As meat.

You look at me like I need you to complement me like I'm an empty vessel. I love you too.

The part that "I", which did a terrible thing - like a sister to me, whom I accidentally met on the street: "Hello, sister." It's like I have two sisters: Faith and chance. And my Faith, my Faith could not rule out the Case. But the Case can not explain Faith. Faith allows me to hope for a Case. A Case gives me too little Faith. I read somewhere that private life is the scene where my "I" plays many roles. And he is the one "I" is not exhausted. And I play them all... I suffer, believe, exist, and I know that there is a third way. Cancer or insanity? Cancer is crazy and distort reality. And this third way, it pervades everything...

... that sometimes happens. The people with whom you share a common past, not to let you go, and, as if man tried, he could not free itself from this dependency and become truly free. And after some time may stop resisting.

There is nothing more painful and more destructive than suspicion.

- MA'am, may I ask you how your husband died?
- Practically in my arms.
- And how you survived it?
- Just like you, one of the most awful days of my life.

Death is always unfair.

- You followed me?
I admired through the telescope.