“What's worse: to be idle while someone dies, or to be exiled and empty-handed?”

“What’s worst: to be idle while someone dies, or to be exiled and empty-handed?”

“A one-eyed man with a knife in hand, looking for someone else’s eye to poke out.”

“What did you do?" I scream."You die, I die too.”

“What did you do?” I mumble. He is just a few feet away from me now, but not close enough to hear me. As he passes me he stretches out his hand. He wraps it around my palm and squeezes. Squeezes, then lets go. His eyes are bloodshot; he is pale. “What did you do?” This time the question tears from my throat like a growl. I throw myself toward him, struggling against Peter’s grip, though his hands chafe. “What did you do?” I scream. “You die, I die too” Tobias looks over his shoulder at me. “I asked you not to do this. You made your decision. These are the repercussions.”

“Humans can't tolerate emptiness for long.”

“I would rather be dead than empty”