Rocco:
WE SHOULDN'T WORK
Everything about her is exactly what I don't need.
What I shouldn't want.
I bury my need for her, my desire, and everything in between.
I thought my heart was destroyed long ago,
too tortured to ever feel love.
I'm a soldier.
I feel nothing.
Damned for all eternity because of what I do.
But when it comes to protecting her,
there is nothing that stands in my way.
There is nothing I won't do.
Even sacrifice myself, if that's what it takes.
Sloane:
HE'S A MAN OF HONOR.
A vigilante.
Surrounded in darkness.
Some would say he's a ghost.
His soul maybe damaged, but his
eyes tell a different tale.
And in them I see the light.
He doesn't want to be saved.
And if my soul isn't his to take,
how to explain that to my heart?
I didn't get the memo.
It doesn't stand a chance.
But then again, not every fairy tale
ends the way we want.
Especially this one.
