“Lockie got lost.’‘Yeah, he did.’‘But you found him.’‘I think we kind of found each other.”
“I got lost in him, and it was the kind of lost that's exactly like being found.”
“I dreamed of you. I dreamed you were wandering in the dark, and so was I. We found each other. We found each other in the dark.”
“Tyson- "Cash? Like...green paper?"Percy- "Yeah."Tyson- "Like the kind in duffel bags?"Percy-"Yeah, but we lost those bags days a-g-g--." "Tyson! How did you--"Tyson- "Thought it was a feed bag for Rainbow. Found it floating in sea, but only paper inside. Sorry.”
“We met each other when we were young, before we knew enough about disappointment, and once we did we found we reminded each other of it.”
“I hate going through this when we just found...," his voice trailed off."Found what?""Each other," he finished, half-smiling.”