So this is your technique? Dark to light, sugar to salt, dark blue to gold?... Then I'll turn that gold... to black."
"Forsake the future, sacrifice your dreams, while stained with deep despair, elude the past, fight the reality, and never relinquish your nobility. Just like that, Young Master. That is the soul I wish to consume."
"Those round and innocent eyes that know no filth or foulness, those tails that lovingly swish as if they belong to nobility, those paws in the soft shade of warm light pink!"
"I won’t be able to stay by Ryuuji’s side anymore. I won’t be able to walk by his side. The one beside Ryuuji, won’t be me… I don’t want that!"
"Then, how about a happy ending on the same revenge theme? Another one of a Shakespeare’s masterpiece. A story about a magician on a lonely island." What’s the title? “Its title is Tempest.”
“What were you trying to do?”
“I was going to touch your hair…”
Marceline, I can feel myself slipping away. I can’t remember what it made me say, but I remember that I saw you frown. I swear it wasn’t me, it was the crown.