Can you do that?” Thomas asked. “Huh?” “Kill someone three times.” “I’d figure out a way.

She smiled for the first time, and he almost had to look away, as if something that nice didn’t belong in such a glum and gray place, as if he had no right to look at her expression.

The girl leaned forward and kissed Thomas on the cheek. “You’re sweet. I really hope we don’t end up killing you, at least.

And then they were kissing. Something exploded within his chest burning away the tension and confusion and fear. Burning away the hurt of seconds earlier. For a moment it felt like nothing mattered anymore. Like nothing would matter ever again.

Ah, my Knight in Shining Armor. What, you don't think I can fend for myself?

It's kind of hard to ask a dead guy what he did wrong.

Thats called hypocrisy, you shuck face piece of -!