Calvin Zabo : Raina. Let's not lose our heads.
Raina : What happened to me?
Calvin Zabo : Metamorphosis by the look of it.
Raina : I was supposed to become something divine, something transcendent. My grandmother said I'd be an angel, not some gnarled freak of nature covered in thorns.
Calvin Zabo : You always did like flowers.
Raina : They hurt, and it's all your fault.