It didn't escape Karou's notice that he found subtle ways of touching her.

We dreamed together of the world remade.

She moved like a poem and smiled like a sphinx.

The thing is, you throw brains and souls into an animal and stir, you don’t really know what you’re going to get.

Yeah? Okay," she said, staring up into the stars. "Let's see. You know how, at the end of Romeo and Juliet, Juliet wakes up in the crypt and Romeo's already dead? He thought she was dead so he killed himself right next to her?" "Yeah. That was awesome." A pause, followed by "Ow," suggested elbow punctuation on the part of Mik. Karou ignored it. "Well, imagine if she woke up and he was still alive, but..." She swallowed, waiting out a tremor in her voice. "But he had killed her whole family. And burned her city. And killed and enslaved her people.

What can a soldier do when mercy is treason, and he is alone in it?

"Love is a luxury." "No. Love is an element." An element. Like air to breathe, earth to stand on.