“You can't save everyone, though God knows you try.”

“You can't," I murmured, swallowing the tears back with great effort. "You can't keep saving me, can't keep trying to. It's too late." "No," he said. His heart was in his eyes, and it was ripping mine apart. "Not for you. Never.”

“We can't do this without you," I managed at last. "Everyone talks about my powers, but you're the badass here.”

“He looked up at me with angelic eyes. "Doing what?""You know what. You're luring me in. You know I can't resist-”

“Don't worry know what you can't change. rest when you can so you'll be ready for tomorrows battle.”

“No. . .I mean, I'm sorry he. . .You know, said those things to you." "It's part of being a 'good' family. Everyone's got skeletons in their closet.”

“How do I know I can trust you?''You can't,' he said bluntly. 'You've got to take it on faith that the enemy of your enemy is your friend.”