He has tears in his eyes now. The sight is more than I can bear. He takes two steps away from me and then turns back like a caged animal. “Do you even love me?” he suddenly asks. He grips both of my shoulders. “I’ve said it to you before, and I still mean it. But I’ve never heard it from you.

Without emotion, what's the point of being human?

Where I come from, we're more about efficiency,' he replies. 'A knife like this'll skewer food, smear butter, and slit throats all at the same time.

You try to walk in the light.

I don't like seeing her this delicate.

If you want to rebel, rebel from inside the system.That's much more powerful than rebelling outside the system.

I feel so out of place here. No matter how much money the Republic throws at me, I will forever be the boy from the streets.