“I have been taking twice, perhaps three times, as much.” “But the rate at which you take the drug is tied to the deterioration of your health,” Will said, and when Jem said nothing back, his voice rose and cracked on a single word: “Why?” “I do not want to live half a life—” “At this rate you won’t even live a fifth of one!” shouted Will, and he sucked in his breath. Jem’s expression had changed, and Will had to slam the box he was holding back onto the nightstand to keep himself from punching the wall. Jem was sitting up straight, his eyes blazing. “There is more to living than not dying,”
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