It's a weird smile, but it reaches his eyes and I bottle it. And I put it in my ammo pack that's kept right next to my soul and Justine's spirit and Siobhan's hope and Tara's passions. Because if I'm going to wake up one morning and not be able to get out of bed, I'm going to need everything I've got to fight this disease that could be sleeping inside of me.

Those full of fear were the most dangerous of people.

I'm not interested in those who do me wrong. There's not enough time in the day for them.

I still wake with your name on my lips every morning.

Then I choose to drown. In hope. Rather than float into nothing.

It's called peaceful coexistence, Santangelo. You should try it and if it works we may sell the idea to the Israelis and Palestinians

This isn't romance. This isn't a declaration of love or affirmation of friendship. This is something more.