“While there’s life, there’s hope?” This was simply the biggest irony to Deirdre.

She had been trying to live with great effort all this time, yet in exchange for her effort, she had been dragged into this hell of despair.

“My mother is dead, and I’ve been turned into this creature. You tell me… What else is there to hope for?”

She loathed Sam for saying ‘while there’s life, there’s hope’ so easily. ‘Can’t he see that all that is left of my life is darkness?’

“Are you still lying to me at