I never belonged anywhere until I met you.

Every army has a beginning, no matter how humble.

For love to flourish there has to be trust. Promises don’t matter as much as personal choice.

The whole world is like Whitewall's razors I burst out. It cuts us, and we bleed but there's no purpose to it.

Nobility and self-sacrifice sound wonderful in theory, but now he’s seen how it feels. A dead hero is still dead at the end of the day, and you’re still alone.

I never belonged anywhere until I met you.

We stood back-to-back, blocking and striking in harmony; sometimes it felt like his arms and legs were an extension of me. I could count on him to keep them off me from behind.