I push everyone I love away." He shrugged. "I don't mind you pushing me away if it means you love me, little sister.

There was no helping her tears. For they would leave Po behind… She cried into his shoulder like a child. Ashamed of herself, for it was only a parting, and Bitterblue had not wept like this even over a death. ‘Don’t be ashamed,' Po whispered. ‘Your sadness is dear to me. Don’t be frightened. I won’t die, Katsa. I won’t die, and we’ll meet again.

A consciousness was like a face you saw once and forever recognized.

You can't help whom you love, Lady. Nor can you know what it's liable to cause you to do.

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.

Have you ridden over anyone you shouldn't?

I'm afraid of plenty of things," he said. "I just do them anyway.