It’s not so bad.”Melancholia looked at her. “You’re lying.””I’ll get used to it. So will you.””I… I don’t think I’ll be able to.””I’ll be there to help when you need it.””But I hate you.”Valkyrie smiled. “No you don’t.””No, I do. I want to kill you and stuff.””We actually became friends in those caves.””That’s not what happened, ” said Melancholia.”We’re pals. We’re buddies.” “If my wrists weren’t in shackles, my hands would be round your throat.””You want to hug my throat because we’re friends.

It’s not so bad.”Melancholia looked at her. “You’re lying.””I’ll get used to it. So will you.””I… I don’t think I’ll be able to.””I’ll be there to help when you need it.””But I hate you.”Valkyrie smiled. “No you don’t.””No, I do. I want to kill you and stuff.””We actually became friends in those caves.””That’s not what happened, ” said Melancholia.”We’re pals. We’re buddies.” “If my wrists weren’t in shackles, my hands would be round your throat.””You want to hug my throat because we’re friends.

– Derek Landy –

The Dying of the Light

© License assigned to YouCanQuoteME. License CC BY-NC 4.0

📲 Copy this QR code to share the phrase wherever you want