We're all just steam.

Will you be the one to make other people suffer?

Did you enjoy being hurt at some point in the past?

Tell me so I will have an idea of how much the haze is closing in on you.

Those sidelong glances of yours look like they're about to betray you.

That's what I call avoiding things.

But please hurry up and show me what you've got. Give me something worth my while; you're just killing time with a knife.

I can almost smell your ego crumbling.

The soul bearing the weight of the truth prays. It hopes.

There's a little kid inside of you, banging on doors that never open.

I'm aware of that. I think so, too.

Each time he hits them, his old wounds throb with life again.

You told me that the pain created walls around your heart.

The road is bruised.

I told you — and myself — that your anger is going to become extremely violent when you hurt other people.

We are brothers...

Suffering slips into the room like a cat you barely even recognize.

We both know that.

I see your hands shaking like burning paper.

A very tiny desire.

All you want — and I want — is for the suffering to leave you alone while you sleep.

We could do everything beautifully.

Let go of the anger. Let it evaporate.

Please don't burn me. We're all just steam.