All it takes is one generation to brainwash a population and convince them that reality doesn't exist

I don't like seeing her this delicate.

Well...can't be any more dangerous than your crazy hospital break-in yeah?"-Tess (pg 59)

I'd once been fascinated by his legend - all the stories I'd heard before I met him. Now I can feel that same sense of fascination returning. I picture his face, so beautiful even after pain and torture and grief, his blue eyes bright and sincere. I'm ashamed to admit that I enjoyed my brief time with him in his prison cell. His voice can make me forget about all the details running through my mind, bringing with it emotions of desire, or fear instead, sometimes even anger, but always triggering something. Something that wasn't there before.

June has never looked more beautiful than she does now, unadorned and honest, vulnerable yet invincible.

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

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.