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As children, we flinch at the sight of blood not yet realizing it means family, loyalty, and is the essence of life. But for all its virtue, there is the unavoidable reality that blood is often the child of pain, and a violent reminder that anything can be taken away in the blink of an eye.
Victoria: You've been bluffing since you stepped foot in the Hamptons. Why stop now?
Emily: Well, maybe I like to throw you off your game.
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Addiction, an impulse that, once indulged, is impossible to pacify. Even when starved, the hunger survives.
Emily: You're testing me.
Nolan: Just want to make sure you're not going to black out and become your own worst Emily.
Grace is at the core of tragedy, for if there's no height at which to drop, no pride taken in a life lived, you have nothing to lose. But once in the freefall of disgrace, the only way to change the momentum is to use it to your advantage.
Emily: You're the only person who knew how to save me. I'm not sure I deserve it.
Aiden: You do.
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Nolan: Ems, what are you going to do?
Emily: What I should've done in the first place. I'm going to kill them all.
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We spend our lives struggling to hold on to the things we value most. To the people and things we believe we could never exist without. But our memories are often an illusion protecting a far more destructive truth.
Nolan: So, Blackout Em speaks the truth?
Emily: I'm aware of that, Nolan.
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Of all the weapons we take into battle there is none more powerful than the mind. It holds our instincts and our training. It allows us to distinguish friend from foe, love from hate. But if that weapon is unsound, it is by no means disarmed. For the mind is all the more dangerous when damaged and there's no guarantee that it won't choose itself as its next victim.
Many believe there is no such thing as too much love. that its warmth is a comfort from which we never tire. But when love turns to obsession, it consumes itself. The flame that nourished becomes merciless, angry, an all consuming blaze. Leaving us confused by the chill in the air and the hate left behind.
Emily: When I was a child, my father woke me every morning with the same phrase: 'Life is a great sunrise.' The words shaped the way I saw the dawn, but after my father was taken from me, the morning sun burned like fire. That's when I learned what hatred was, and that it would greet me each day to come.