It still amazes him how they could have been misled by her personality in Year Eleven. It's what depression does to a person, it changes them completely.

You list the dead. You tell the stories of the past. You write about the catastrophes and the massacres. What about the living, Finnikin? Who honors them?

I look around for the counter that sells my scent, but I'm so petrified that if I spray it in the air, nothing will come out. And then Mia's scent seems to fade away and everything else fades away with it and I know that all I have to do to recapture it is press the spray button again.

Sir Topher finally looked up. “Because any hope beyond that, my boy, would be too much. I feared we would drown in it.” "Then I choose to drown,” Finnikin said. “In hope. Rather than float into nothing.

You blame me for this, don't you?" he says. "I don't need to. You're doing a better job.

Everyone had told him to be strong for her, but Finnikin didn't know how to be strong for himself.

It still amazes him how they could have been misled by her personality in Year Eleven. It's what depression does to a person, it changes them completely.