His hands skim my bare arms. “Just bounce a little when you walk,” he says, kissing my forehead, “and pretend you’re afraid of their guns” —another kiss between my eyebrows— “and act like the shrinking violet you could never be ”—a kiss on my cheek— “and you’ll be fine.

I have a theory that selflessness and bravery aren't all that different.

They died for me,” I say. That feels important

It is more important for you to be safe than right, for the time being. Understand? (...) But please, when you see an opportunity...ruin them

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

He leans his face close to mine and wraps his fingers around my chin. His hand smells like metal. When was the last time he held a gun, or a knife?

But Christina and I are not people who cry together; we're people who fight together. SO I hold my tears in.