He should be the one to die, part of me thinks. I don't want to lose him, another part argues. I don't know which part to believe.

People, I have discovered, are layers and layers of secrets. You believe you know them, that you understand them, but their motives are always hidden from you, buried in their own hearts. You will never know them, but sometimes you decide to trust them.

Cruelty does not make a person dishonest, the same way bravery does not make a person kind.

I also wanted to ask you if we can talk to the Erudite you're keeping safe here," I say. "I know they're hidden, but I need access to them." "And what do you intend to do?" she says. "Shoot them," I say, rolling my eyes. "That isn't funny.

You chose us. Now we have to choose you.

Tricking someone into grief is one of the cruelest tricks a person can play, and its been played on me twice.

Sometimes drastic change requires drastic measures.