as long as i possess this sword that cuts through time, no manner of defeat will reach me.

i have my mother's mouth and my father's eyes; on my face they are still together.

he had nothing. had been given everything and squandered it. he didn't deserve my pity, my sympathy.

i've never enjoyed myself while inflicting violence, or terrorism, or murder. it had to be done, so i just did it.

i cannot curse you, as you yourself are a curse.

you turned into your worst fears.

hobbled. impotent. unable to hurt him anymore. he'd loved the unfamiliar sense of safety that their defeat had brought. the security that could only come with power. the ability to control things. yes, that was what he'd loved best of all.

it was inevitable, nesta supposed, stomach churning. she was the monster. why shouldn't the two of them band together and shove her out? even if she'd foolishly believed that elain had always seen every horrible part of her and decided to stick by her anyway.

his father's words fueled the fire inside his heart and served as his greatest motivation. his faith was an unquenchable fire that burned strong and bright inside him.

you have made a mistake, commander. you have taught me one's lament is nothing compared to the pleasure of protecting innocent civilians.

i grew up surrounded by monsters. i've spent my existence fighting them. and i see you. you're not one of them. not even close. i think you might even be a good man. you're just too much of a coward to act like one.

he turned, as if he had heard me. for a second our eyes held, and i felt a shock run through me. i jerked my gaze away, and busied myself with my bread. my cheeks were hot, and my skin prickled as if before a storm.

all my grief says the same thing: this isn't how it's supposed to be. and the world laughs, holds my hope by the throat, says: but this is how it is.

your sorrow spreads and rots. you, my son, are simply a burden that others tolerate because they have to.

torture? yes, i've certainly experienced torture. though it was from the torturer's side.

we must do what it takes to survive; we are the same, you and i.

we'll go find a new home, together. and i'll never leave you again.

'i don't recall ever hearing an apology.' as if an apology would ever right it. as if an apology would ever cover the loss that still ate at me.

i know why we had to say goodbye like the back of my hand, but i just miss you and i just wish you were a better man.

won't heaven allow me to let go of my mission yet...?