Though I know that he had something to do with the attack simulation, and with all those deaths, I find it difficult to pair those actions with the man I see in front of me. I wonder if this is how it is with all evil men, that to someone, they look just like good men, talk like good men, are just as likeable as good men.

I reach out and take his hand. His fingers slide between mine. I can't breathe.

That's the first time I've ever said those words out loud, and now I hear how strange they are. How many young men fear that there is a monster instead them? People are supposed to fear others, not themselves.

Human beings as a whole cannot be good for long before the bad creeps back in and poisons us again.

Why are you constantly escorting me places?” I say. “Isn’t there a depraved activity you’re supposed to be taking part in? Kicking puppies or spying on girls while they change, or something?

Cowardice is how you decide to be in real life

Becoming fearless isn't the point. That's impossible. It's learning how to control your fear, and how to be free from it.