But everyone has some kind of power to hurt people.

She would like to restrain from cruelty and receive no admiration for it.

Part of avoiding thoughts about something was not encouraging opportunities for that something to makes itself felt.

All right," Clara said. "We have our swordsman, so let's get moving. Brigan, could you attempt, at least, to make yourself presentable? I know this is a war, but the rest of us are trying to pretend it's a party.

I wanted you to go away, because it hurts to be with you when I can't see you." - Po

Brigan was saying her name, and he was sending her a feeling. It was courage and strength, and something else too, as if he were standing with her, as if he'd taken her within himself, letting her rest her entire body for a moment on his backbone, her mind in his mind, her heart in the fire of his. The fire of Brigan's heart was astounding. Fire understood, and almost could not believe, that the feeling he was sending her was love.

You cannot measure love by a scale of degrees.