...humankind's limited scope of mercy was reserved for their own.
I was stronger than Edward. I'd made him say ow.
Bella, it's not my fault if you are exceptionally unobservant.
But what if...what if you sincerely believed something was true, but you were dead wrong? What if you were so stubbornly sure that you were right, that you wouldn’t even consider the truth? Would the truth be silenced, or would it try to break through?
Edward was always focused, watching and also listening to what others couldn't see.
But never in the four hundred years now since I was born, have I ever seen anything to make me doubt whether God exists in some form or the other. Not even the reflection in the mirror.