“He always believed that people live up or down to the amount of trust you put in them.”

“I'd been right from the start—soulmates were for fairy tales. In real life, people were just people, and they couldn't be trusted.”

“You're so convinced you'll disappoint people if you show them that you're not perfect. You don't realize you are perfect. Your imperfections are what make you perfect. They make you you. That's what people love. It's what I love too.”

“So what are you suggesting?" Grandfather asked. "We find a more acceptable group of people, then bring the Sacrifice to them? How do you propose we find them, a Facebook post? 'Click here to apply for eternal life'?”

“Who are you?" I asked."You know who I am," he replied. "I'm yours.”

“Someday you'll find the placeIt's the place where love takes over hateThen you'll see all the things you doAffect everyone around youThen you'll see there's no fear at allYou held my hand, we took down that wallAs I looked at you with nothing to sayNow I understand why you pushed me awayI looked far and now I seeThat the only one I needed was me”

“This was real. And it was me. I had lived that life, and I had died that death. I was staring at the very end of me.”