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Sometimes it feels less lonely to drown your sorrows in a shared barrel of ale. To vanish in the pub crowd. Even if you don’t say a word to nobody.
Hope pieces together dreams out of broken glass only for reality to come and smash them all over again. Hope is the cruelest punishment of them all. Because without hope, I know: it’s not her, you fool. It can’t be. It can never be. Because I killed her.
“You remembered after forgetting, and that’s just as valuable as knowing the first time,” I say. “Perhaps more, because you will lock it into memory now.”
The world will grab and pull at your humanity, try to strip you bare, but ultimately you decide whether to hang on or let go.
It’s…sweet. He’s gentle. I’d expected something else when I heard about him. A bad man. A brute. And he isn’t one. I mean, yeah, he’s a violent killer, but no one’s perfect.
Our lives are heavy; our conversations don’t need to be. But
It’s nothing to laugh about, which is exactly why you need to.
There are very few moments when principles come in handy, really.
I don’t have real friends, Sora. Friendship requires trust.”
Silence is a fantastic tool for getting to the truth, especially when you’re patient.
again. I’ve already seen the cost of war. It’s too great a price borne by the people who benefit the least.
“There are some men who only know hunger,” I say. “If they drank the East and West Sea, they’d want the ice of the North. You know this. You’ve seen it.” She frowns. “But I don’t understand it.” “Because you’re not empty inside,”
“What happened to him?” Sora asks. “Power corrupts everyone,” I say. “The more you have, the faster the slide. I
Whoever said there’s no love without trust was deep in their cups. Of course there can be love without trust. Harmony without trust, however, is a different story.
I won’t be content until I have all of him. So I will never be content.
It really is a liability—to love deeply.
“We make a good team, you know.” I’m teasing him, of course, but as we leave the amusement district, it strikes me how true it is. We’re different as can be, but it works. It makes us stronger. Like how iron and fire make steel.
“I understand what it’s like to be turned deadly,” I say. She glances in Euyn’s direction. “I know you do. But you also know love. Love is a balm…as well as a blade on your neck.”
Mortality makes people careful, makes them care, makes them reasonable. Gods are not reasonable.
thief, a strongman, a spy, an assassin, a nobleman, and an exiled prince add up to a ring of liars. Trust is a surefire way to wind up with a blade in your back.
That’s a kind of bloodship stronger than kin or clan. And I don’t think that even a god king can stand against six people who’d kill and die for one another.
Nightmares spoken aloud have a funny way of coming to pass.
she can’t understand because all she wants is to be left alone. Men who have freedom and power want more than that. At this level of nobility, they want the country. They want to be gods.
All this gilded luxury and splendor can almost make you forget it’s built off the deaths and suffering of so many.
Money, love, and revenge are the most common reasons for betrayal. And money is always first.
I suppose we all are liars and hypocrites, outraged to be betrayed as we planned to double-cross one another from the start. Liars and killers don’t make the best lovers.
