To love is to be afraid. You are frightened, deathly terrified, that something will happen to those you love. Think of the possibilities. Does your heart clench with each thought? That, my friend, is love. And love enslaves us all, for you cannot have love without fear.

I could be compassionate, if I wanted. Metias would be merciful. But I was never as good a person as my brother.

I scream for everything that has gone wrong. I scream for everything broken in our lives.

The memory fades, and I’m left hanging on to the ghosts of his words.

I always knew, on some level, that I wouldn't live long. It's simply not written in my stars.

Yeah, something was wrong. That was the understatement of the year.

Then I realize from the hollow sound of her gun's click that her gun isn't loaded. Apparently she just wants to slap me around with it.