that's what it was like waking up in the crypts. no-longer-dead. but without her. like burning alive.

She liked that word: we. It sounded warm and open, like a hug.

I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.

Maybe before you die, it's your ghosts you see.

It's like there's a filter set up in my brain, except instead of making things better, it twists everything around so what comes out of my mouth is totally wrong, totally different from what I was thinking.

This is the strange way of the world, that people who simply want to love are instead forced to become warriors.

I’m sorry,” he repeats again, too low for Raven and Tack to hear. “I’m sorry for everything.