I do agree with you! I just... you know, would want to see if there's any other way. --Maybe there's another wish-giving game show out there that only gives a slap on a wrist as a penalty instead of death. I don't know.

...She was when I was growing up. Certainly. I hated her... but... it's not exactly the kind of hate that breeds loathing. It's the kind of hate that makes you share an identity.

... She could've killed me several times and didn't. Maybe it was self-preservation at that stage, but I really thought I was going to die when I needed to rely on her.