Obsidio

Live a life worth dying for.

Every story needs its hero. And its villain. And its monster.

The die is cast. But today we will shake the table upon which it lands.

I am not good. Nor am I evil. I am no hero. Nor am I villain. I am AIDAN.

I was thinking," he murmurs. "There'a billion different versions of you out there, in a trillion different universes. And I still can't get over how lucky I am that, out of all those versions, you're the one that's mine.

May we meet again on distant shores.

It is entirely possible to be alone in a crowded room.  Your solitude only compounded by the faces around you.  The presence of others serving only to remind you of how lonely you truly are.

I know I love her. < ERROR > I know I miss her. I know very little else Save Perhaps This: That every story needs its monster and that everybody deserves a second chance. And that I am AIDAN.

Good luck, everyone. Good luck to us all. And may we meet again on distant shores. Some place fine and far from here.

They look at one another again. And this time, they smile. These seven little pebbles who started an avalanche heard all the way around the universe.

Nik, are you still wearing that ****ing parachute?" "Maybe..." "You know you're going to be flying in space, right...?

I have heard it said that evil is simply a point of view. The villain is always the hero in his own story. And the definitions of "wrong" and "right" ever shift on the inconstant tides of human morality. But can such measures even be said to apply to me? I am clarity. I am necessity. I am inevitability. But am I evil?

Hey, if hostile battleship takeovers were easy, everybody would do it.

Have you noticed All the moments we live And all the miles we walk never seem to get us anywhere but dead? but still... the flare of my thrusters burns like tiny suns In the sea of starlight all around her. when the light that kisses the back of her eyes was birthed, her ancestors were not yet born. How many human lives have ended in the time it took that light to reach her? how many people have loved only to have lost? how countless, the hopes that have died? [But still...] Not this one.

But Asha Grant isn't a hacker wizard like her cousin. She's not a kung fu expert.She's not particularly brilliant at anything. She's a ***ing pharmacy intern,chum.Just a regular person like you.An ordinary person caught up in a really **** situation.So I think,out of every person in these files, that makes her the bravest.

There is a moment just after the die is cast and before it lands upon the gaming table in which the smallest breeze may change its course-the way it rolls and where it comes to rest. [...] The die is cast. But today we will shake the table upon which it lands.

Things always look darkest in the middle of the night.

Have you noticed all the moments we live and all the miles we walk never seem to get us anywhere but dead?

It's hard to imagine, but even amid so much violence and chaos and loss, somehow the universe sometimes still manages to look beautiful.

Would you kill one person to save one thousand? And by logical extension, would you not kill one thousand to save one-thousand-and-one?

A soldiers first duty is to their conscience.

AIDAN: I HAVE NEWS THAT MAY BE CONSIDERED DISTRESSING. Grant, Kady: ok Grant, Kady: keeping in mind that i am also currently running at 9% capacity, due to lack of sleep, fear of impending death and having to deal with the boneheads here on the bridge, please be gentle with me as you break this news AIDAN: YOU ARE ALL GOING TO DIE.

This is a war!” Oshiro roars. “ ‘Right’ is whatever the people who’re standing at the end say it is. ‘Right’ is decided by the people who win.

None of us are perfect. Not people, not corporations. But we have the opportunity to determine our fates day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute, with the choices we make and the actions we take.

Reliance upon chance is a certain recipe for calamity and an exercise in simpleminded delusion.

You believe there is always an alternative. Always a chance for a miracle. But I told you once before that miracles are statistical improbabilities. There is no such thing in real life.