Sometimes our greatest fantasies become our most remarkable works of art. Letting the fear ride us into realization.
Each scar a stripe, each stripe a life; like all the lives you've taken, begin to take you.
The more you hit, the more you hurt.
Jaws broke from that of wrong beliefs.
My comrades are weary, for the lips that part is that of a woman named Sloane, they call her the Bullet of Siberia.
This wounded warrior wears more on her skin than on her mind.