“I'd say she's get us both fired, but the I.S. doesn't let anyone go. Alive.”

“Really? I thought the transfers will go through Four’s landscape,” says Uriah. “Like he would let anyone do that,” she says, snorting.Something inside me gets warm and soft. He let me go through it.”

“I get it now. I have to make good on my promise. To let her go. To really let her go. To let us both go.”

“A man doesn't have to be alive to start the fires of revolution.”

“In my biology class, we'd talked about the definition of life: to be classified as a living creature, a thing needs to eat, breathe, reproduce, and grow. Dogs do, rocks don't, trees do, plastic doesn't. Fire, by that definition, is vibrantly alive. It eats everything from wood to flesh, excreting the waste as ash, and it breathes air just like a human, taking in oxygen and emitting carbon. Fire grows, and as it spreads, it creates new fires that spread out and make new fires of their own. Fire drinks gasoline and excretes cinders, it fights for territory, it loves and hates. Sometimes when I watch people trudging through their daily routines, I think that fire is more alive than we are–brighter, hotter, more sure of itself and where it wants to go. Fire doesn't settle; fire doesn't tolerate; fire doesn't 'get by.'Fire does.Fire is.”

“Mia is walking away, walking toward the other end of the bridge. Without me.I get it now.I have to make good on my promise. To let her go. To really let her go. To let us both go.”