In her lived an innocence of soul of which she seemed unaware.

Dmitri clearly gives good . . . blood.

But sometimes, that depth of need—to save, to protect—can become a blinding fervor, one that destroys the very thing it thinks to safeguard.

Voles-tu, mon petit papillon.” Illium laughed at Galen’s instruction to “fly, little butterfly

I will fight you endlessly if I think you're wrong but I will never judge you.

You're not a restful individual to be around" Ashaya to Dorian

Brenna was fixing some kind of a small computronic device when he found her in her quarters. “Judd,” she said, putting down her tools. “You can’t be here. The dissonance—” He interrupted her panicked words. “I need to ask you something important.” “What could be more important than your life?” She sounded close to tears. “Your life. If you die, I don’t know if I’d stay sane.” A simple truth.