„These muscles. How do you stay so fit?"
„You know, diet…"
„Give me some of that."
Give you my diet of blood and despair and desire? A diet of hiding your true nature, staying alone? It's a diet your soul would starve on.
I won't subject you to that, it would be cruel. Your darkness now is at least temporary. You are blind, Bobby, in more ways than one.
All you get from this diet is muscles. Eternal youth. If you weren't blind I already would have given you up. I lose you anyway.
„Take care." „You take care, Bobby."