Explayarme en tu cuerpo tanto como quiero que te explayes en el mío. Exprímeme. Haz de mí algo que no tenga color, ni vida, sino alas por donde el frío no pase. Te estoy rogando que cosas con hilo irrompible esos agujeros que dejan que el viento sin alma me haga suya.
-Mr. Horror, please.. I'm begging you, make me yours. I'm tired of being here, alone and wet.
-I can't, Miss. NoName. I'm just a passanger in this train. Once that we arrived, I'll walk in the Freez Steet and you won't see me again in your whole life.
-You are hurting me. ¡Please stop!
-I can't do anything but leaving you here, alone, wiht your sick mind.
-¡Shut up! ¡Shut up!
-Listen, you are sick and you don't deserve to be loved.
-¡I'm not listening! ¡Shut up, Mr. Horror!
-That's not my name.
-I don't care. You've already made me cry.
-My name is...
-¡I hate you!
-My name is Mr. Fear.
-You are the most despreciable person I've ever met.
-That's a coincidence. I don't like you either. But you'll have to deal with me being in every mind's person you meet since now.
-¿What? And then you say I'm crazy...
-I dind't say that. I just mentioned your blindness. You can't see my face.
-Of course I can't. But I can smell you. And you smell like shit.
