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The implied question was clear enough, of course. Do you understand now how small you really are?
(What was power? It looked a lot like Tristan Caine.)
“Vene, vidi, vici,” whispered James hoarsely. I came, I saw, I conquered. Tristan barked a laugh. “Lot of good that did Caesar.”
Was it possible, or— Was this just a dream? “No way of knowing,” Nico
He wanted midnights in Brooklyn, golden hour in a galley kitchen, coffee with cream. He wanted to wait forever and also he wanted to do all of it now, right now, because who knew when the dream would end,
and just like that everything was perfect, or maybe it was fake, but who could tell the difference? They had no proof and it was too late to make some now. This, Gideon realized, was what came from chronic procrastination. A dumb ending for the dumbest boy in school.
and drowsily, Gideon thought, the sand can be counted. Which doesn’t mean that you have to. But it also doesn’t mean that you can’t.
It was a bit like wanting to be a lawyer when one was already a duke—what would be the point?
he knew that good deeds never went unpunished.
People looked at a miracle and thought wow, if only it were something else.
Which is not to say stop seeking. Which is not to say stop learning. Make the next world better. Take the next right step.
the power you have will never be enough compared to the power you’ll always lack. Do you understand? Are you listening?
