Into every generation a Slayer is born: one girl in all the world, a chosen one.
It's a big rock. I can't wait to tell my friends. They don't have a rock this big.
I'm not the one who's going to die. I'm the one who's going to live.
I may be a cold-blooded jelly donut, but my timing is impeccable.
The world is what it is. We fight, we die. Wishing doesn't change that.
We're not helpless. We're not expendable. And we don't have to live for today only.