The hands tilted her head back, as if turning her to look up at him. Whoever the madman was, he was freaking tall. “I can feel it in you. This sickness. Waking up every day in miserable pain. It took your life away from you—all your happiness and your joy. Drinking away your passion and leaving you the sorrow of your broken life and broken body. Being told there’s no cure—being told to accept your new facts and move on. What would you trade—what would you give away—to make it never hurt again?”
