There’s a dark spirit. They call it Void.
It draws its power from pain and tragedy, strife and chaos.
Not a demon nor a chomper. What the hell are you?
She tried so hard to be brave, to be fierce as a wolverine and all, but some times she felt she was a little girl after all.
Just as I have insisted on his worth, he has always insisted on my strength, insisted that my capacity is greater than I believe. And I know, without being told, that’s what love does, when it’s right—it makes you more than you were, more than you thought you could be. This is right.