Day just smiles at me, an expression so sad that it breaks through my numbness, and I begin to cry. Those bright blue eyes. Before me is the boy who has bandaged my wounds on the streets of Lake, who has guarded his family with every bone in his body, who has stayed by my side in spite of everything, the boy of light and laughter and life, of grief and fury and passion, the boy whose fate is intertwined with mine, forever and always. "I love you," he whispers. "Can you stay awhile?

It is pointless to believe what you see, if you only see what you believe.

I’ve been searching a long time for something I think I lost. I felt like I found something when I saw you back there.

Love is illogical, love had consequences--I did this to myself, and I should be able to take it.

I'm so tired. I don't know if I can ever outrun how I used to be.

I can feel his presence here in every stone he has touched, every person he has lifted up, every street and alley and city that he has changed in the few years of his life, because he is the Republic, he is our light, and I love you, I love you, until the day we meet again I will hold you in my heart and protect you there, grieving what we never had, cherishing what we did. I wish you were here. I love you, always.

Money is the most important thing in the world, you know. Money can buy you happiness, and I don't care what anyone else thinks.