You can't tell me what to feel

For a second I think about how easy it would be to pass back to the other side, to walk straight into the laboratories and offer myself up to the surgeons. You were right; I was wrong. Get it out.

The priests and the scientists are right about one thing: At our heart, at our base, we are no better than animals.

They told us love was a disease. They told us it would kill us in the end. For the very first time I realize, that this, too, might also be a lie.

I close my eyes. An image flashes—emerging from the van with Julian after our escape from New York City; believing, in that moment, that we had escaped the worst, that life would begin again for us. Instead life has only grown harder.

I used to think that's what love was: knowing someone so well he was like a part of you.

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