The sun has just risen, weak and watery-looking, like it had just spilled itself over the horizon and is too lazy to clean itself up.

The mark of the procedure. A real one. Lu is cured.

It is war now, and armies need symbols.

It's Connecticut: being like the people around you is the whole point.

You came form different starts and you'll come to different ends.

An eye for an eye." "And the whole world goes blind," Coral puts in quietly.

Time and space recede and blast away like a universe expanding forever outward, and leaving only darkness and the two of us on its periphery, darkness and breathing and touch.