It reminds me that no embrace will ever feel the same again, because no one will ever be like her again, because she's gone. She's gone, and crying feels so useless, so stupid, but it's all I can do.

It doesn't take skill to stand in a place were no bullets find you, or to fire into the dark and hit a man you didn't see.

Well, half of half our faction.' 'In some circles they call that a quarter, Mar,' Lynn says.

She wanted us to have more than five choices. Now we have none.

We believe in shouting for those who can only whisper, in defending those who cannot defend themselves.

Thank you for your honesty," Niles says. The Candor repeat the phrase under their breath. All around me are the words "Thank you for your honesty" at different volumes and pitches, and my anger begins to dissolve.

I think you're still the only person sharp enough to sharpen someone like me.