By the time I’m done here, dying will be the easy part.
Love was left when everything else was torn away.
If you’ve got a problem with me, make it two: One for each barrel.
Lucian: “So, what was it like? All that time in the lantern?”
Senna: “A nightmare. Lotta darkness. Food was great though.”
Lucian: “Really?”
Senna: “No.”
It’s the dream that makes us giants. Just gotta dream big enough.
When there’s no more light I’ll carry their darkness.
I’m not running from them anymore. They’re running from me.
Lucian: “You been kinda… distant since you came outta that lantern. Somethin’ you ain’t telling me?”
Senna: “Yeah, I met someone in there. He’s a ghoul. We fell in love and made ghoul babies.”
Any volunteers to charge blindly into a storm of souls?
If life is my curse, living is the cure.
It’s always dark on the horizon if you only look up during storms.
Lucian: “I’ve always got your back.”
Senna: “Make sure you’ve got your own.”
The past is a wave. Keeps returning.
The grave is silent. You’re buried in all the things you never said.
Viego, your black and broken heart has destroyed everything. You turned our season of love into an eternity of bitterness and madness. All this death, all this… ruination. And for what? This… obsession? I loved you until my final breath. Why wasn’t that enough? Our tragedy should have died with me. Now, let me rest.
Veigar: “Bring me darkness, Senna, and perhaps I will let you live.”
Senna: “It’s a good thing you’re cute, Veigs.”
It’s a lot of darkness out there. Let’s make some of our own.
Ixtali Sentinel: “What was it like, Senna? To die?”
Senna: “A lot like living. Pain, fear. And hope.”
It’s harder to hold a hand than hold a gun.
When we run to the light, shadows are cast behind us.
Senna: “So how’s this gonna work?”
Lucian: “Well, reckon I shoot something twice and then you shoot it a third time.”
Senna: “Worked so far.”
Only thing bigger than this gun? The mistake you made standing in its sights.
I’m here ’til it’s done. And it’s never done.
