You're
Tess Harding."Our world's out there, Max. It's not close, and sometimes it seems like a dream to me, too, but it's real."
You're
Kyle Valenti."Well, you here for a reason, or you just rushed right over 'cause you sensed I might be experiencing some actual joy?"
You're
Isabel Evans.
"You know, I finally feel like I have a quasi-normal existence and you blow it all with one random act of lunacy."
You're
Michael Guerin."I can't get indebted to anyone, and I can't get entangled. I got to be a stone wall, and when I'm around you sometimes... I don't feel like a stone wall anymore."
You're
Alex Whitman."First of all, there are rumors going around that last week you were shot here in the cafe, and then at the Crash Festival you were seemingly run over by a car, but then you weren't, and everytime I walk up to you two, you go silent or make up some ridiculous story about Czechoslovakia, which is a country that has not existed for ten years."