“Mercy was more frightening than murder, because it was harder.”

“Then I'm sorry I don't remember more. If we kew a person was going to die, we'd hold harder to the memories.”

“I love you," he said. "You're more dear to my heart than I ever knew anyone else can be. And I've made you cry; and there I'll stop."She was crying, but not because of his words. It was because of a certainty she refused to consider while she sat before him.”

“And," he continued, his strange smile gleaming, "as I see it, our hearts are not so different in size. I murdered my father. You murdered yours. Is that something you did with a large heart?”

“The kingdoms' people were at the mercy of the natures of those who rose to be their rulers. It was a gamble, and the current generation did not make for a winning hand.”

“If we knew a person was going to die, we'd hold harder to the memories."Fire corrected him, in a whisper. "The good memories.”

“Our own story is even more important for us to know than history.”