“And a strange thought occurred to me, that the light of Hell must be as bright as the light of the sun, and it would be the only light I would ever see again.”
—— De Lioncourt.
[…] Nobody believed me, but I knew you would come back.
— as?
— because my father promised me.
— Well, I'm here now, Murph.
— No. No one should watch their own child die.
“We are only here to be memories for our children. When you have children, you become a ghost of their future.”
— It was me, Murph. I was your ghost.
— I know. They thought I was making it up on my own. I knew who it was.
“I see your demons reflected in your eyes, but keep lying to me. Burn me with the flames of your own personal hell. Kill me while we sink together in the ocean.”