The Boy on the Bridge (The Girl With All the Gifts, #2)

by M.R. Carey

To go mad, to lose your mind, which is the only thing that’s really yours because it’s really you … That would be an inexpressibly terrible thing. And at the same time it would be nothing, because you yourself would be unable, from within that damaged state, to recognise or reflect on it.

Building bridges instead of torching buildings.