Maybe I was what Leah thought she was. Some kind of dead end that shouldn’t be passed on to another generation. Or maybe it was just that my life was a big, cruel joke, and there was no escape from the punch line. -Jacob
The wasting of finite resources is everyones business
He looks at you like... like you're something to eat.
Alice! You know I love you like a sister!" "Words." she growled.
Love, life, meaning...over.
Surely it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone I loved.