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Then farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear. Farewell remorse: all good to me is lost." He whispers to some distant, fading part of himself as he lazily lifts the scorcher to his father's forehead. "Evil, be thou my good."

Breaks my heart every time I read it.

"I do not truly fight because I want to be king or Emperor or whatever word you slap above my name in the history texts. The universe does not notice us, Darrow. There is no supreme being waiting to end existence when the last man breathes his final breath. Man will end. That is the fact accepted, but never discussed. And the universe will continue without care."

"Men." She rubs her right temple. "Your father was one to jump without looking." Her expression tells me what she thinks of that. "Helldivers all think they provide for the clans. No. The women do." She gestures around. "Everything you see, made by a woman."

He's loitering around Pliny's eyeball some twenty meters back. We turn to look at him and he shuffles his feet awkwardly.
"Can I..." He gestures to it.
[...]
He scoops up the eyeball and jams it into his pocket, grinning merrily. He runs to catch up. "Collecting the set, hopefully."

Sevro is so lovable.

"And I'm not sorry I left and missed conversations such as this. For you goodmen seem good only at one thing, and that is bickering Yet you quickly come to agreement upon me as an item of ridicule. Curious. Is it because you see me as a threat to your power? Or is it simply because I'm a woman?"

"I am not some frill-wearing tramp. I am a genius. I say this because it is a fact. I am smarter than any person you've ever met, except perhaps my twin. Me heart does not make my brain a fool."

Mustang rocks.

"No one know of these people," she says. "No one but a handful of Golds with access. The human spirit tries to break free, again and again, not in hate like the Dark Revolt. But for love. They don't mimic each other. They aren't inspired by others who come before them. Each is willing to take the leap, thinking they are the first. That's bravery. And that means it's a part of who we are as people."

"Now!" Fitchner smiles. "Who can I reason with?"

"Me." The Jackal takes a step forward. "I am heir to this house."

"Hmmm...pass! You're creepy."

He shoots Jackal in the chest with a stunFist.

LOL. And...very prescient.

I love ya, Darrow, but for all your bad-assness, you're a whiny emo boy.

Heh. All you crayyzy kids with your arcs and newest releases! I'm finally getting to Morning Star, and going back and rereading this in preparation.