hana-salman:

“Are you familiar with latin spells?”

“Not completely, no.”

hana-salman:

“Perhaps training room would be better then, I don’t want you to break anything.”

“Sure, if you think that we’ll be better.”

hana-salman:

“You haven’t because it’s latin and I came up with it in church 600 years ago, you want to learn it?”

“That would be so cool, yes please.”

hana-salman:

“I’m busy, your plans can wait.”

“How are you floating? I don’t think I’ve come across that spell.”

hana-salman:

“Why are you here anyways?”

“Here as in the institute here, or?”

hana-salman:

“Don’t be, I’m not sad.”

“I suppose that is a good thing, I think but.”

hana-salman:

“I killed every last one of them.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

hana-salman:

“Everybody dies in fear and pain, that I can assure you. We’re fighting for the right to choose when we’ll inflict that pain to ourselves.”

“Sorry but I don’t believe that. Not all death as to be painful.”

hana-salman:

Hana cleared her throat, smothering every ounce of fear in her voice “People die, that’s how the world works. He couldn’t just hide forever.”

“Yes they do, but they don’t to die in fear and pain. That’s what we’re fight against, right?”