"You're . . . "

"I'm what?"

"Something different. A conundrum."

"Why is that?"

"Villains aren't supposed to be heroes."

"Hey. We're the children of gods. After that, nothing else can be strange, can it?"

"I guess. But you defied reality. Those kind of things only happen in our own imaginations."

"Who says we're real?"

"I wish it was."

"I think that we just want to see each other again so badly that we created images of each other in our heads."

"Luke . . . you feel real. I believe you're real."

"Because you want to believe that, Thals."