“But you won't save me. All you bring me is pain... And death...”
ps：“但是你不会拯救我，你带给我的只有痛苦......和死亡......”
西姆勒·歌德的一句话，牢牢地把爱德华兹·米娅定在原地......
“But... But you can't die, Goethe. Don't you think that you can save a lot of people in just a few minutes. Is that noble? I've been paying attention to you since I first learned of your powers. You must be an angel from heaven”
ps：“可......可是你死不了的啊歌德......你不觉得你仅仅是耗费几分钟的时间，就能拯救很多人，这种行为很高尚吗？从我第一次得知你的异能的时候我就已经关注上你了，你一定是上天派下来的天使。”
爱德华兹·米娅试图辩解。
“I don't know if I'm high or not, but I'm not the angel you're looking for, I don't have that high dedication, and Mia, you don't have me on your salvation list...”
ps：“高不高上我不知道，但我不是你要找的天使，我没有那么崇高的奉献精神，而且米娅，你的拯救名单里面......没有我......”
西姆勒·歌德这句话直击爱德华兹·米娅灵魂深处。