I only wish I knew that you'd actually want to be with me when that time is over.

But you just said you loved me." "I do, Mer. That's the point. I can't make you like me. I can't stand the thought of you hungry or cold or scared. I can't make you a Six.

Your Majesty— Tugging my ear. Whenever.

Heal my heart and make it clean, open up my eyes to the things unseen, show me how to love like you have loved me.

He reached up and tugged his ear. And I did the same.

Live your life. Be happy as you can be, let go of the things that don't matter, and fight.

But if it was always a point of speculation, where one person insisted it was a certain way and another denied it, how would anyone ever hold on to the truth?