“I think you’re wrong.” “I wish I was. I wish more than anything.” “Why would God make you do this?” Leonard sighs and shifts around under his blanket. “I’m not sure. I’m not. That’s the truth, Wen. It’s something I’ve thought a lot about, but I can’t do anything to change it, if that makes sense.” Wen blinks, and sudden and surprising tears fall from her eyes. She says, “It doesn’t make sense.” “I don’t think it’s supposed to. We’re not supposed to make sense of it. We’re just supposed to do.” “Your god is a killer then.”
