And it's the funniest thing: as soon as I see it, the whistling in my ears stops and the feeling of terror drains away, and I realize this whole time I haven't been falling at all. I've been floating.

I need to live my life in the light of their deaths. I need to live.

Something must die so that others can live.

I think of the quietness of Julian's voice as he said I love you, the steadiness of his rib cage rising and falling against my back, as we sleep.I love you, Julian. But the words don't come.

For a moment, my heart aches for him. I should never have asked him to join me here; I should never have asked him to cross.

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

Anger is useful only to a certain point. After that, it becomes rage, and rage will make you careless.