I note how calm she looks and how focused she is. She is well-practiced in the art of losing herself. I can't say the same of myself.

Is this Prior?" "In the flesh." "Why's he bleeding?" "Because he's an idiot." Zeke offers me a black jacket with a factionless symbol stitched into the collar. "I didn't know that idiocy caused people to just start spontaneously bleeding from the nose." I wrap the jacket around Caleb's shoulders and fasten one of the buttons over his chest. He avoids my eyes. "I think it's a new phenomenon.", I say.

You can't be fearless, remember? Because you still care about things. About your life.

I don't have a bullet in my head, do I? So I'm fine.

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

If we stay together, I'll have to forgive you over and over again, and if you're still in this, you'll have to forgive me over and over again too. So forgiveness isn't the point. What I really should have been trying to figure out is whether we were still good for each other or not

People are supossed to aspire to become their fathers, not shudder at the thought.