“How wenever, ever fight.”

“I see his eyes, bright with life adnfire, and I know he won't stop fighting. Even if it's the kind of quiet fight on the inside that you can't always see. And I won't stop fighting either.”

“[..] I know he won't stop fighting. Even if it's the kind of quiet fight on the inside that you can't always see.”

“Not many people know how to make letters like this," he says. "Do you ever teach anyone?""Only once," I say.”

“She knows how things fit together and move, but so few people understand her. She’s the most solitary person I’ve ever known.”

“There's a reason they didn't keep this poem. This poem tells you to fight.”

“So I fight. I fight the only way I know, with thinking of Ky, even thought the pain of missing him is so strong I can hardly stand it... I think of him, I think of him, I think of him.”