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“Tell me, older brother: Did you want to keep him from danger or to keep him from being dangerous?”
I’m sorry. That must have been difficult.” It was unexpectedly jarring to be seen. Hennessy had not come here to be known. She had not come here for sympathy from a stranger, especially not for a childhood she’d thought only looked appalling from the inside.
When people hit their max capacity, this man had told Declan, considering the pens in his drawer and selecting the most worthy specimen as his weapon, they get pegged there. Yeah, you don’t want to mistake almost max for actual max. People can get close and still pull themselves back together. Someone who’s truly at max capacity, though—it doesn’t matter if the pressure comes off, even a little bit. The accelerator’s already mashed on their breakdown.
He was a hardier strain than the other Lynches, for better or worse, and so he went on as the rest of the orchard perished around him. He had been preparing to be the last man standing his entire life.
because that’s her big thing, isn’t it, being vaguely suggestible to avoid having bad ideas herself.”
a secret solution to a secret problem, an ouroboros of silence eating its own tail.
Declan had been practicing secrecy his entire life. He had never practiced trust.
“Declan,” Mór said sharply, “there’s nothing else you can do. Your moves in this game are over. Let go.” It was the closest she had come to being his mother.
Adam had recently realized Ronan was a weakness to his ambition, since it was harder to work with two moving pieces rather than one, but he couldn’t talk himself out of it.
Neither Ronan nor Adam had been trained in the difficult and nuanced art of having a future. They had only ever learned the art of surviving the past.
