Master Thaur: And not just girls, haha!

Little Goddess: You! Don’t misread him though, he’ll always care.

The Gnostic Wanderer: Caring is by will, it saves the object and purifies the subject. Craving is by obsession, it degrades the object and enslaves the subject. And it’s telling that ours is the age of greed and ignorance to the detriment of caring.

Uncle Adelbart: The answer was given, long time ago, it is love.

Señor Palermo: There was a monster of the seas, a sprawling, tentacled creature, living on the rocky seafloor, spreading out in all directions, inching to reach all it could, gently tapping them first, then seizing them with a firmness that knew no release, siphoning their spirits yet sparing their lives, then repeating this, extending further on and on, building its endless web of ghouls since days long forgotten and right into eternity. Drunk with the cacophony of voices it leeched on, the monster was one with all, a master of the seas, tied into a zillion beings, nothing could escape its awareness, no corner of the seas out of reach, no happening beyond its attention, no inkling or feeling unnoticed near or far away. An omniscient beast, if there ever was one. Lacking the concept of happiness it could neither get sad, it was the materialised desire of craving, the embodiment of a thirst that could not be quenched, the living tragedy of a captor held captive by its own haul. A tragic beast, if there ever was one.

Tonó: Fewer things, fewer still.