“I jerked instinctively. I couldn't stay here. I couldn't die in this closet. "No one is going to touch you," Chase murmured into my hair.”
“I hated myself for going, why couldn't I be the kind of person who stays?”
“I couldn't help thinking about my dream, with Annabeth crumpled and lifeless in Luke's arms. Here I was rescuing baby monsters, but I couldn't save my friend.”
“I could die for you. But I couldn't, and wouldn't, live for you.”
“oh my god, she couldn't help thinking. I have hairy legs and I'm going to die alone.”
“I knew that I couldn't lie beside her, without wanting to touch her. I couldn't have felt her breath come upon my mouth, without wanting to kiss her. And I couldn't have kissed her, without wanting to save her.”