PATRICK: Wretch. My fingers, they bleed. I bit them to the bone
JACOB: Won't this slow down, and only speed up when we want it to? This feeling is worn out, now knowing just what to do
J&P: I feel her with me, when I know she's not. Where has she gone? Does she remember?
J: Face first in failure. Failing in everyone else's eyes. Why don't you just live for yourself and f*ck everyone else
J: Won't this slow down, and only speed up when we want it to? This feeling is worn out, now knowing just what to do
P: Mercy, behold her. The fire has spread through the roof. The angel of death does a saint's work. The fire has spread