It doesn't matter if you and everyone else in the room are thinking it. You don't say the words. Words are weapons. They blast big bloody holes in the world. And words are bricks. Say something out loud and it starts turning solid. Say it loud enough and it becomes a wall you can't get through.
Being able to embrace contradictions is a sign of intelligence.
Or insanity.
If you ever need to confirm that a girl is worth coming back from Hell for, show her your monster arm and see what she says.
Memories are bullets. Some whiz by and only spook you. Others tear you open and leave you in pieces.