I'll come back to you," I say. "I promise you, if it's the last thing I do, I'll come back to you." Her face is buried in my neck. She nods. "I'll count the minutes until you do." she says.

Being in love is a very strange thing.

Best way to deal with fear is to confront it.

You can't escape what you are, but you also should know what you could be. Why you're fighting.

I'll come back to you," I say, "If it's the last thing I do, I'll come back to you.

I've learned that some memories surprise you and reveal a sharp edge just when you least expect it.

I know what I'm capable of; I am a soldier now, a warrior. I am someone to fear, not hunt.