He is more worth to you, perhaps. But the stranger is someone else's friend and brother. So which life is more important?
Madeline Millerand her skin shone luminous and impossibly pale, as if it drank light from the moon.
Madeline MillerI could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.
Madeline Miller