“And why couldn’t someone just FedEx him Urien’s head?”
“Paris, the FedEx deliveryman of Pleasure and Fatality.”
“With so many people in the world that long for someone to love and care for, why is it those who couldn’t care less are those who are blessed?”
“He laughed. I suddenly wanted to laugh, to laugh with him, to sit here, or maybe outside in the rain, and just laugh with him. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t even smile.”
“Do you trust me, Pidge?”“Yeah, why?”“C’mere,” he said, pulling me against him. I stiffened for a second or two before resting my head on his chest. Whatever was going on with him, he needed me near him, and I couldn’t have objected even if I’d wanted to. It felt right lying next to him.”
“Why couldn’t we just lose ourselves in the fire again? When passion was enough, and the questions didn’t matter.”