I want to make the world into something better so that he can be okay.

You've been captive for so long that you don't even realize you want freedom anymore.

Good night, sweetheart," he says. "Good bye, sweetheart," I say. And it's so casual, so innocent that he doesn't suspect a thing.

I wonder what it’s like for her, looking so much like a dead girl.

Hope, that risky, illustrious thing. It should have gone extinct by now, but we keep it alive.

She's beautiful and graceful, and she is very compassionate and loyal when you aren't responsible for the murder of her family.

I've done it all before, I tell myself, and I can do it again. Trust is the strongest weapon.