It's time to be with my brother now

He pulls me over the railing and against his chest, gathering me into his arms, easing an arm under my knees. I press my face into his shoulder, and there is a sudden, hollow silence.

Stiff. That’s why you’re strong, get it? - Tobias Eaton

Maybe it's a little depressing to think that my vision of a perfect world is actually so messed up, but I think it means that I don't really understand what 'perfect' is.

If they told us what to believe, and we didn't come to it on our own, is it still true?

Scrubbing the floor when no one else wanted to was something that my mother would have done. If I can't be with her, the least I can do is act like her sometimes.

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