We are not the people who made this world, Lukas, but it's up to us to survive it. You need to understand that." "We can't control where we are right now," he mumbled, "just what we do going forward.

Evan Price is not a man to be questioned. He is a man who will question you.

Run, we think, as buildings crumble. Run, as people perish.

A seed of hope caught a taste of moisture. Some wishful kernel buried deep, where he was loathe to acknowledge it lest it poison or choke him, began to sprout.

We devolve into animals when we creep near to death.

I'm coming for you. I'm coming home, I'm coming to clean

It was a sad loss, this illusion of importance, a humbling blow.