“Survival feels like cowardice.”
“Hope in the beginning feels like such a violation of the loss, and yet without it we couldn't survive.”
“I feel like I'm witnessing the systematic destruction of a people's ability to survive. It's horrifying.”
“Fear breeds cowardice, and cowardice compels bravery.”
“But then, is there cowardice in the acknowledgment of fear? Is there cowardice in being glad that you lived?”
“The way he’s watching me makes me feel needed like no one’s ever been able to make me feel. In a way, he makes me feel necessary. Like my existence alone is necessary for his survival.”