Do you know what they call a gathering of crows, Curve? A murder. A murder of crows. Think about it.
Hush little baby, shh, don't say a word. Daddy's gonna buy you a big black bird!
[to the dying Curve] People used to put coins in the mouths of the dead. Do you know why? So they could pay the ferryman to take them across the river Styx. I want to thank you for showing me my pain, Curve. You made me what I am.
I believe there's a place where the restless souls wander. Burdened by the weight of their own sadness, they wait for a chance to set the wrong things right. Only then can they be reunited with the ones they love. Sometimes, a crow shows them the way. Because sometimes, love is stronger than death.