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Christopher was the first to speak. “I didn’t know that you were in love with someone, James. I’m sorry. I should have been paying attention.” “I didn’t know either,” said Thomas, “and I have been paying attention.”
“We don’t always love people who deserve it,” said Thomas quietly. “Maybe not,” said Matthew. “But often we don’t love those who don’t deserve it, and very right, too.”
“How much is love meant to hurt?” he had asked his father once. “Oh, terribly,” his father had said with a smile. “But we suffer for love because love is worth it.”
“We do not get to choose when in our lives we feel pain,” said Matthew. “It comes when it comes, and we try to remember, even though we cannot imagine a day when it will release its hold on us, that all pain fades. All misery passes. Humanity is drawn to light, not darkness.”
Tell her that vague, insidious behavior has been made illegal in the Institute and she’s not allowed in.”
“Or we can always arrange nothing, if you prefer. Nothing is my favorite thing to arrange. It takes so little effort.”
Magnus stood a moment, looking at him: Matthew was exactly the sort of person Magnus always wanted to help, and later scolded himself roundly for having tried to help. In Magnus’s life there had been a hundred Matthew Fairchilds: young men and women as self-destructive as they were beautiful, who despite all the gifts that had been given to them, seemed to wish for no more than to burn down their own lives. He told himself over and over that the Matthew Fairchilds of this world could not be saved, and yet he could not stop himself from trying.
