In one of the tents, Julian is sleeping. And in another: Alex

Hate isn’t the most dangerous thing, he’d said. Indifference is.

I was glad when the invalids were executed

I don't understand how everything changes, how the layers of your life get buried. Impossible. At some point, at some time, we must all explode.

The reason you can never go home again isn't necessarily that places change, but people do. So nothing ever looks the same.

It's the rule of the wilds. You must be bigger, and stronger, and tougher. A coldness radiates through me, a solid wall that is growing, piece by piece, in my chest. He doesn't love me. He never loved me. It was all a lie. "The old Lena is dead." I say, and then push past him. Each step is more difficult than the last; the heaviness fills me and turns my limbs to stone. You must hurt or be hurt.

At a certain point your brain stops to rationalize things. At a certain point it gives up, shuts off, shuts down.