Your sadness is one of the things that makes you beautiful to me. Don't you see that? I understand it. It makes my own sadness less frightening." (Brigan)
Location: Amsterdam, Where Fire Is Called "Vlam
That's interesting," Bitterblue said. "You think a conscience requires fear?
What man can hate or love well when he is drugged?
I'm not good at love. I'm like a barbed creature. I push everyone I love away.
Your eyes are beautiful," he said, and she felt warm suddenly, warm in the sun that dappled through the treetops and rested on them in patches.