“Sorry excuses for hunters and friends. Both of us.”
“That was for you! I was afraid I’d lose you if I didn’t pretend to be okay with being friends. I could have been with you this whole time? What the fuck, Pigeon?”“I….” I couldn’t argue; he was right. I had made us both suffer, and I had no excuse. “I’m sorry.”“You’re sorry? I damn near drank myself to death, I could barely get out of bed, I shattered my phone into a million pieces on New Year’s Eve to keep from calling you…and you’re sorry?”
“My dear friend, we mustn't give them even the slightest excuse to judge us! Otherwise, we end up in pieces.”
“Love makes hunters of us all.”
“you were both hunter and hunted; the shadow of your thoughts was the beast which killed you.”
“(Quoting her friend Tom Black on an amateur hunter's injury:)"Lion, rifles -- and stupidity.”