She paused. That's just my way of saying I would've killed you if you'd died.

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

What was the point of even having a conversation when words couldn't be trusted?

Vince couldn't stop talking, spilling thoughts that had obviously churned inside him for years. "We could've stopped the spread of the disease a lot better than we've been able to cure the disease... Thought the magical cure would save them in the end. But if we wait any longer we'll run out of people to save.

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

Listen,' Thomas said, slowly getting to his feet, hoping Minho wouldn’t be stupid enough to try anything. “There’s something about us. We’re not just random shanks who showed up on your doorstep. We’re valuable. Alive, not dead.” The anger on Jorge’s face lessened ever so slightly. Maybe a spark of curiosity. But what he said was 'What’s a shank?

I don't think there is a right or wrong anymore. Only horrible and not-quite-so-horrible.