Human reason can excuse any evil.

There is always somthing to learn, always somthing that is important to understand

We're all right, you know,' he says quietly. 'You and me. Okay?' My chest aches, and I nod. 'Nothing else is all right.' His whisper tickles my cheek. 'But we are.

He gives me a conflicted look and touches his lips to my forehead, right between my eyebrows. I close my eyes. I don't understand this, whatever it is. But I don't want to ruin it, so I say nothing. He doesn't move; he just stays there with his mouth pressed to my skin, and I stay there with my hands on his waist, for a long time.

In the days that follow, it's movement, not stillness, that helps to keep the grief at bay.

You're not a coward just because you don't want to hurt people.

Sometimes it isn't fighting that's brave, its facing the death you know is coming.