I suppose a fire that burns that bright is not meant to last.

It’s not a perfect situation. But when you have to choose between two bad options, you pick the one that saves the people you love and believe in most. You just do. Okay?

I suppose everything is bound to look different when you aren't on your way to die.

It's strange how a word, a phrase, a sentence, can feel like a blow to the head.

He stares at me, and I don't look away. He isn't a dog, but the same rules apply. Looking away is submissive. Looking him in the eye is a challenge. It's my choice.

The reason the factions were evil is because there was no way out of them. They gave us the illusion of choice without actually giving us a choice.

Soon I will honor my parents by dying as they died. and if all they believed about death was true, soon I will join them in whatever comes next.