the brood demands sacrifices...

Dallas: My animals. Gerry on my fifteenth birthday from my parents, and Dakota on my nineteenth from Isaac.

Wyatt: THE GIFT OF LIFE YO!

Piper: My first pair of pointe shoes from Mum and Dad.

Lucas: Custom made surfboard.

Keely: My motorbikes, of course!

Beau: I dunno sir, but I kind of think that my family are my best gift. Is that cliché? It is, isn’t it? And I don’t even like clichés all that much either! What can I say, sir? I’m a sap.

Dallas: … I… um… Alex. He just… never got to say goodbye. He should have had a chance to say goodbye, at the very least.

Wyatt: The President. But then, again, Obama’s a pretty top notch bloke, isn’t he? What about Banksy? Yeah, I like that. I get to see what he’s got planned, and it would be fucking EPIC if he was unleashed in Hallows Edge for a day!

Piper: The lead ballerina in the American Ballet Company.

Lucas: I’m not picky – anyone else other than me will do.

Keely: My father. I could fuck up his life so much more if I was actually him.

Beau: Nah, no one for me, sir. I think being Beau Garrett is good enough for me, no need for changing.

Dallas: I think being good is an easy thing to do if you make a conscious decision to be good. It’s only hard if you’re tempted to be bad.

Wyatt: I think bad is being ignorant, or seeing something bad and not doing anything about it. And I think that it’s remarkably easy to be bad then, because no one ever wants to step outside of their comfort zone and risk something. It INFURIATES me.

Piper: I don’t think so?

Lucas: Of course. Too many variations in what’s commonly accepted to be good to be anything other than bad to the majority of people.

Keely: Damn straight it is!

Beau: That’s a very complicated question, sir. I think it’s easy to be good, if you try to be, but that doesn’t really make it easy, does it? So then, it’d be easier to be bad, but I don’t like the sound of that answer either.

Dallas: There’s no such thing as a God. Gods aren’t meant to be cruel.

Wyatt: I dunno. Yesterday? Yeah, let’s go yesterday. Mate, I just… I dunno! Do you ever think that the reason people don’t feel that presence, is because they feel it too much? They become desensitised to it? Maybe God was working in my life yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that, and I can’t feel it because he was working in my life all those days.

Piper: I don’t… I don’t know. My future was always ballet, but now… what if I’ve turned away from my fate? I don’t…

Lucas: I guess coming here and making me meet Blake, though I have no idea what grand purpose [scoffs] it’s meant to hold for me.

Keely: [snorts] There’s no such thing as a God.

Beau: I feel God all the time, sir! Every time I look around, I see Him in the people around me, the beauty of the landscape – a more fitting question would be when haven’t I felt Him.

Dallas: Sunrises. It means the night is over.

Wyatt: Sunrise. It used to be sunsets, because as anyone can tell you, me loves to sleep in, but then… I dunno, I became Shadow, and we’d spend the entire night out and you’d crack open a beer to watch the sunrise and it’s just better now, you know? Like I’ve taken all that I feel about graffiti and the crew and put it with the sunrise and bam, it’s now something greater. You get that, yeah?

Piper: A sunrise. It feels more hopeful; the start of a new day.

Lucas: Sunrise. You can surf during a sunrise, but not a sunset.

Keely: Sunset. I like the night – I can sneak out more.

Beau: Well sir, seeing as I used to always be woken up at sunrise by my mother or father, I’d say I’m more partial to a sunset.