The Candor sing the praises of the truth, but they never tell you how much it costs.
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.
Oh. I just assumed... That because I am so absorbed by him everyone must be too.
To find that place between what I want and what I think is wise.
Life's something we already understand. Death is a mystery.
"Welcome to the Amity compound," Johanna's eyes fix on my face, and she smiles crookedly. "Let us take care of you."