“I heard Amos yell, “For Brooklyn!”It was an odd battle cry.”
“The battle cry sort of gave you away. Try not to yell next time.”
“Stop yelling. If everyone’s yelling, no one can be heard.”
“The noise was deafening, and no one could have heard me anyway as I let out my own battle cry, which I figured was worth a shot. What the hell."I DON'T BELIEVE IN FAERIES!”
“I let out a battle cry. Sure, a lot of people might have mistaken it for a sudden yelp of unmanly fear, but trust me. It was a battle cry.”
“I love you, too," I whispered so softly I didn't know if he'd heard me. "Ti amo tanto, Sebastian, sempre e per sempre.”