I'm rightly tired of the pain I hear and feel, boss. I'm tired of bein on the road, lonely as a robin in the rain. Not never havin no buddy to go on with or tell me where we's comin from or goin to or why. I'm tired of people bein ugly to each other. It feels like pieces of glass in my head. I'm tired of all the times I've wanted to help and couldn't. I'm tired of bein in the dark. Mostly it's the pain. There's too much. If I could end it, I would.
— This way it's dark then.
— Yeah, kids are scared of the dark.
— You're afraid of the dark too.
Don't underestimate the allure of darkness, Stefan. Even the purest hearts are drowned to it.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Yet there are those who open many eyes. Eyes are the mirror of the soul, someone has said. So we look closely at the eyes to see the nature of the soul. Sometimes when we see the eyes — those horrible times when we see the eyes, eyes that... that have no soul — then we know a darkness, then we wonder: where is the beauty? There is none if the eyes are soulless.
Well, once, there was only dark. If you ask me, the light's winning.