| 0 | You grabbed my hand, and we fell into it. Like a daydream, or a fever. |
| 0 | I am afraid. But I start again from the beginning, trace my own steps to the scene of the crime. |
| 0 | Here's the truth, so now you can hate me. |
| 0 | This is what I see when I look back. These moments, blinding as snow, they kill you, change you. You die and live again, remade. |