“Someone will love you, Miss Ruiz. Even if you’re a jerk.” “Fuck you, Reed,” she sobbed.”

“There isn’t a permanent mark on me, Reed, not one. And you don’t know how many times he was there to hold me together when I was sure I was going to fall apart. He’s a monster,” she sobbed, “I know he is. I know, and…it doesn’t matter to me anymore.”

“Everybody is fucked up and we are all freaks in our own ways"-Agent Reed”

“I know what I want, Reed, and if you can’t give it to me…you’re shit out of luck. After what I’ve been through, I don’t care what you think you can do to me.”

“I wish I could trust you, Reed, but I know I can’t.” His brow furrows in confusion, but there is a wry tilt to his lips, “Why?” I give him a small smile of my own, “You think you’re different from men like Caleb. You see everything in black and white, you don’t care about the whole story; you don’t care about the gray. Some stories aren’t black and white, Agent Reed.”

“I'm fucked in the head, too. Even before I met you.”

“Thank you,” Livvie muttered from the passenger seat. “For what?” Caleb was still irritated. “For saving my life. Even if you’re just going to put it in danger again,” she whispered.”