You in trouble?” Sam asks. The way he says it, I wonder if he’s thinking about how to get out of here if I am.
We are, largely, who we remember ourselves to be
Instead, it just reminded her that sometimes there were no good choices.
Let me look out for you. Let your enemies become mine.
You are the best kind of killer, Cassel Sharpe, the kind that never has blood on his hands. The kind that never has to sicken at the sight of what he's done, or come to like it too much.
Nobody ever really sees me the way I am, underneath everything. But she did. She does.