All I could think to do was love her. That's all a person can do.
He'd pushed her. He'd scared her. He'd besieged her. He'd vowed he wouldn't, and he did.
No matter how far back you cut a willow tree, it will never really die.
He's had a lot of chances to care, and he hasn't.
She was sad about what happened to Kostos. And someplace under that, she was sad that people like Bee and Kostos, who had lost everything, were still open to love, and she, who'd lost nothing, was not.
He was the strangest of strangers in that he was also her oldest friend.