When you were young, you thought time was a burden, something to be discharged as fast as possible so you could be grown-up. But it was such a bait-n-switch – when you were an adult, you came to realize that minutes and hours were the single most precious thing you had.

Then how about we start with a shower," he said in the kind of deep voice that made her consider the value of cleanliness.

And Vishous. . . V was the worst of them. He stood by the door, staring into space. Icy before, he was glacial now, a sinkhole in the room. -Phury's thoughts

All right, then, her first rule for the rest of her days: no more looking outside for definitions. She might not have any clue who she was, but better to be lost and searching than shoved into a social box by someone else.

Great rationalizations. All of which her adrenal gland middle-fingered and then carried right on.

“Doesn't have to be easy to be right.” In that case, we're meant for each other.

If I can live through the events,” she said, “I can get through the memories.