No," I say firmly. "If you ever doubt anything here, if you ever not know what to think or who to trust, you trust Todd, okay? You remember that.

And here was a man who lived on belief, but who sacrificed it at the first challenge, right when he needed it most

Maybe probably ain’t all that comforting a word when it’s maybe yer not dying.

In this world of numbness and information overload, the ability to feel, my boy, is a rare gift indeed.

A monster, I think, remembering what Ben told me once. War makes Monsters of Men.

War makes monsters of men, you once said to me Todd. Well, so does too much knowledge. Too much knowledge of your fellow man, too much knowledge of his weakness, his pathetic greed and vanity, and how laughably easy it is to control him.

"You can eff off, too," I say, except I don't say eff, I say what 'eff' stands for.