You saw me before I saw you. You had that look in your eyes, as if you wanted something. Wanted it for a long time.

It didn't make me glow. I felt more like I was fading away, like the world had forgotten me.

It sounded weird to hear you talk so much; normally you only said a few words at a time. I'd never imagined that you'd have a story, too. Until that moment, you were just the kidnapper. You didn't have reasons for anything. You were stupid and evil and mentally ill. That was all. When you started talking, you started changing.

The people we care for aren't always the one we should

Doesn't that hurt?" I said. "Yep." "How do you keep them in there?" "I'm stubborn." You grinned. "Stubborn as a waddywood. And anyway, pain means it's healing." "Not always.

I want you to see that the person I glimpsed running beside the camel, running to save my life, is the person you can choose to be.

You won't be able to hurt me, or touch me.