“The universe shrank to Curran and his pain. I had to break him free. Nothing else mattered.”
“I chuckled to myself and kept walking. The Universe had proven Curran wrong: a person who aggravated him more than me did, in fact, exist.”
“After all, I love him tremendously. When I am in his arms, nothing else matters.”
“But what is freedom? Freedom from what? There is nothing to take a man's freedom away from him, save other men. To be free, a man must be free of his brothers. That is freedom. That and nothing else.”
“To be free, a man must be free of his brothers. That is freedom. This and nothing else.”
“Curran struck at my wrist. His fingers were cat-quick, but I had spent my life honing my reflexes, and he missed.“Well, look at that.” I studied my free wrist. “Denied. Good-bye”