Did you ever meet someone named Caleb?" I say. 'Caleb," Fernando says. "Yes, there was a Caleb in my initiate class. Brilliant, but he was... what's the colloquial term for it? A suck-up." he smirks.

I get the strange urge to hit my head against the wall. Other people's sobs make me feel uncomfortable.

People, even genetically damaged people, make choices. That’s what matters.’

I am too strong to break so easily, and I become better, sharper, every time I touch him.

It's easy to be brave when they're not my fears.

If someone offer you an opportunity to get closer to your enemy, you always take it.

Nothing else is all right.” His whisper tickles my cheek. “But we are.