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

We can heal. Perhaps we can return to that same place we once stood, when we were both young and innocent.

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.

He pauses when he finishes undoing the last button, then closes his eyes. I can see the pain slashed across his face, and the sight tears at me. The Republic's most wanted criminal is just a boy, sitting before me, suddenly vulnerable, laying all his weaknesses out for me to see.

Mom used to say that having three boys was kind of like having a pet tornado that talked back.

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

My heart is ripped open, shredded, leaking blood. I can't let him leave like this. We've been through to much to turn into strangers.