I don't know where I will go, or how I will live. What I do know is this... I will be stealthy, like a cat. I will be fierce, like a cat. And, like a cat, I will not fear the dark.
Quand j'essaie de m'occuper de quelqu'un il meurt.
Le monde est plein de monstres. Ces filles du lycée l'ignorent peut-être encore mais pas moi.
J’ignore où mes pas vont me porter. J’ignore comment je vais survivre. Ce que je sais en revanche, c’est que je serai aussi furtive qu’un chat. Aussi farouche et féroce. Et tel un chat, je n’aurai jamais peur du noir.
Les chats sont indépendants. Il se débrouillent parfaitement tout seuls.
Les gens ne voient-ils que ce qu’ils s’attendent à voir ?
A beast on the loose is scary, sure. But I think people like to be scared. They're thrilled by the idea of a monster in their midst - but only because they've never faced a real one. One day they will.
But that was a looooong time ago. Now Bruce doesn't even look at me. So what? I don't look at him either. His hair, though. His hair is as dark as the night, as glossy as the wings of a crow. Not just one crow, but a murder of crows. But without the murder, obviously...
Over time, I made darkness my friend. I did that. In the dark, I am powerful. In the dark, I am whoever I want to be.