Time

It is said that time is a friend to no man. But I will remember you always. And please... do not come back.

— No one loves Me. No one fears me...
— But... But I do love you.

— Which idiot labled that?
— You did, my lord.
— Thank you for admitting your mistake.

She has broken the past.

I present you with a gift. Made entirely out of love and also a little bit of metal and wood, of course...

— Do you silly nitwits really think that I've not heared those cheap barbs before? Your attempts at mockery fall flat.
— Look, look, time is flying.
— Enough! No more waisting me.

— Please! I'm sorry to disturb you, but if I can just have a moment of your time.
— Why... Young lady I am time! The infinite, the eternal, the immortal. The immeasurable.

— Hello. And who might you be?
— These miniscule artisans are my seconds.
— Curious! And I suppose every second counts.
— Count, I wish. They are rather stupid.