To me, it was like you were some kind of demon, summoned straight from my own personal hell to ruin me.

You were right — I’m definitely fighting fate trying to keep you alive.

I think your friends are angry with me for stealing you.

Don’t be offended, but you seem to be one of those people who just attract accidents like a magnet. So… try not to fall into the ocean or get run over or anything, all right?

It makes me… anxious… to be away from you.

He unleashed the full, devastating power of his eyes on me, as if trying to communicate something crucial.

Let’s you and I not push poor Mike any further this week. We don’t want him to snap.

The wasting of finite resources is everyone’s business.

I’ve never tried to keep a specific person alive before, and it’s much more troublesome than I would have believed. But that’s probably just because it’s you. Ordinary people seem to make it through the day without so many catastrophes.

What? Are you speaking to me again?