“Aw, you trust me?""As long as I have a clear shot." I tighten my hold on the gun in my hand.”

“Warner was supposed to be dead. Warner was supposed to be dead because I was supposed to have shot him but no one supposed I'd need to know how to fire a gun so now I suppose he's come to find me.He's come to fight.For me.”

“Because when I said I wanted to touch the moon you took my hand, held me close, and taught me how to fly.”

“Sir, can you hear me?" Another cry. But this time, a voice I don't detest."Sire, please, can you hear me-""I've been shot, Delalieu," I manage to say. I open my eyes. Look into his watery ones. "I haven't gone deaf.”

“Hope is a pocket of possibility.I'm holding it in my hand.”

“I bite back a shiver as the blood rushes up to blush my cheeks and for a moment, just for this moment, I drop my bones and allow him to hold me together.”

“I want to trust but it scares the skin off my bones.”