Cynical bastard, aren't you?" "Every man is a mirror," Nozawa said flatly. "We all reflect what we see. - Steven Barnes

He had no choice. And that one thing turned Heaven into Hell.

Aubry looked at her without shifting his head. Damn, she was lovely. An unpleasant question remained: What where they to each other? It was hard to say sometimes. Did he truly feel love, or just the effects of the Cyloxibin mushroom? And was there a difference?

Hate comes from the past, fear from the future. Pain and pleasure are now, and therefore their own trap.