We are, largely, who we remember ourselves to be

You said you were allowed to lose it,' some part of her reminded herself. 'Not yet, not yet.

I got bored," he says. "Besides, you know what's creepier than walking around your dead brothers' apartment? Sitting alone in a hearse in front of his apartment.

You don't have to protect these people, Cassel." I am these people.

Isn't every hero aware of all the terrible reason they did those good deeds?" Aware of every mistake they ever made and how good people got hurt because of their decisions? Don't they recall the moments they weren't heroic at all? The moments where their heroism led to more deaths than deliberate villainy ever could?

This is never going to be over,” I shout. “Someone will always be after me. There’s always consequences. Well, BRING IT. I am done with being afraid, and I am done with you.

Little mouse," a voice said through the keyhole. "Don't you know the more you wriggle, the greater the cat's delight?