Don't make the mistake of bringing your heart down here with you, there is no place for it in Furnace.

Something in my gut twisted so hard that it felt like I was being tickled by an invisible hand, and it took me a moment to realize what it was. Hope. It had been so long since I'd felt it that the sensation was like something living inside me, something wonderful waiting to break free, just like I was.

And when reality goes, sanity has no reason.

Only another twenty thousand or so days of this to go.

Don't make the mistake of bringing your heart down here with you, there is no place for it in Furnace.

I'd been so set on an escape that was now impossible, and the only form of freedom left to me was death. It was a terrible kind of freedom—one from misery and pain, yes, but also one from lightness and laughter and life. It was an absence of everything.

Let's make like a hockey player and get the puck out of here.