One choice can transform you. One choice can destroy you. Once choice will define you.

So how can I hold Tobias’s desperation against him, like I’m better than him, like I’ve never let my own brokenness blind me?

He bends over to untie his shoes. “So, have you been ostracized from your little crowd of devotees?” “No,” I say automatically. Then I add, “Maybe. But they aren’t my devotees.” “Please. They’re like the Cult of Four.” I can’t help but laugh. “Jealous? Wish you had a Cult of Psychopaths to call your very own?

They try to make you think they care about what you do but they don't. They don't want you to act a certain way. So you're easy to understand. So you won't pose a threat to them.

So you're her brother? Says Linn. I guess we know who got the good genes.

I am his, and he is mine, and it has been that way all along.

Grabbing hold of facts in the midst of shock is very Erudite of him.