The world is pretty, to travel through. We went to the beach one day. I'd never been before.

I had plenty of chances, I just didn't realize I needed to take them. What's done is done. It's like a book, the chapter's finished and on to the next one.

Being alone is a terrible thing. This is a nice place, though. Strange things happen sometimes, but it's a nice and good place. And you aren't alone anymore.

[Lust can sympathize. She hates the thought of being alone.]