What is wrong with you?' I shake my head. 'Pull it together.'
And that's what it feels like: pulling the different parts of me up and in like a shoelace. I feel suffocated, but at least I feel strong.

“I have a theory that selflessness and bravery aren't all that different.”

“Sometimes,” he says, sliding his arm across my shoulders, “people just want to …”

“I came here so that no one else would die. I came here to protect as many peopl…”

“I ignore my fear. When I make decisions, I pretend it doesn't exist.”