“Don’t be afraid.”“I hear voices,” Iggy said. “Be very afraid.”
“I'm afraid my voice is going to break. I am afraid she is going to hear how much this hurts.”
“Liv,” he said, his voice rough with tenderness, “you don’t have to be afraid.”“Why not?”“Because I’ll slay monsters for you.”
“You should be afraid. Very afraid. Before, I told you if you wanted to end things between us, I would let you go, but, Leila"--his voice deepened--"I lied.”
“I lie on the floor, washed by nothing and hanging on. I cry at night. I am afraid of hearing voices, or a voice. I have come to the edge, of the land. I could get pushed over.”
“Don’t be afraid,” she said, coldly, “ as far as love may go she may be worthy of you. It must have taken a good deal to overcome her pride. Don’t be afraid, John.”