She'll probably give it all away to hungry children just to prove to the Society she doesn't need their prizes. Me? I'd eat the fruit and play politics on a full stomach. But she's got the passion for ideas, while I've got no extra passion for anything but her.
"The Golds dance in pairs, Obsidians in threes, Grays in dozens," he told me. We dance alone, because only alone do Helldivers drill. Only alone can a boy become a man."
In her eyes, I see my heart. In her breath, I hear my soul. She is my land. She is my kin. My love.
"Emptiness is life without freedom, Darrow. Emptiness is living enchained by fear, fear of loss, of death..."
"You think a dream is worth dying for. I say it isn't. You say it's better to die on your feet. I say it's better to live on our knees."
"It's not just some dream, Darrow. I live for the dream that my children will be born free. That they will be what they like. That they will own the land their father gave them."
"I live for you," I say sadly.
She kisses my cheek. "Then you must live for more."
Holy crap. I did not see that coming.