Hate Is A Passionate Emotion.

Let Me Guess,' Ian Said In A Voice Like Ice. 'you Fell On A Rock.

He Was Giving Up On Keeping Me Alive, Letting Nature–or Rather Mob Justice–take Its Course. When He Returned, And I Was Dead, He Wouldn't Hold Anyone Responsible. He Would Not Mourn. All This I Could Hear In Those Three Words.

I’m Afraid You’re Going To Have To Make A Choice.

I'd Been Broken Beyond Repair.

Sometimes, Loyalty Gets In The Way Of What You Want To Do. Sometimes, It’s Not Your Secret To Tell.