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

Day appears again. This time he leans in close enough for his hair to brush, light as silk, against my cheeks. He pulls me towards for a long kiss. The scene vanishes, replaced abruptly by a stormy night and Day struggling through the rain, blood dripping from his leg and leaving a trail behind him. He collapses onto his knees in front of Razor before the whole scene disappears again.

Everyone has darkness inside them, however hidden.

He loves you, really he does. He'd love you even if it destroyed him. He matches you.

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.

You drive me insane June. You're the scariest, most clever, bravest person I know, and sometimes I can't catch my breath because I'm trying so hard to keep up. There will never be another like you. You realize that, don't you? Billions of people will come and go in this world, but there will never be another like you.

For a small moment, I fix my eyes on his, telling him silently everything that I'll never say to him aloud.