Blood for Blood

Her heart kept splitting inside her. Growing and breaking, rended and rendered, reminding her that she was so, so sick of death. All it carried. All it buried.

But their roots went deep, bound them together in a collective memory. With each new arrival, they pieced together more of their past, built more of their future.

The loss inside him kept piling—vertebrae shattered, finger bones lost, gravestone past and guillotine future, ghost woman and her ghost curls,

Don't show emotion." Kurt Löwe gave his son a rough shake, "Don't you ever show emotion. Tears are weakness. And I won't have any son of mine being weak. You're going to stand here until you top crying.

Don’t let your heart get in the way of your head.

Here was a people. A family. A faith. Her people. Her family. Her faith. Here was a silence broken.

Fear is not an excuse,” Yael told him. “Fear is being human.

All these skills I've taught you--they're burdens. Not gifts. Taking a life takes something from me. When you choose to kill, make sure it is for the right reasons. Make sure the decision is something you can live with.

It will take time to heal. Just like all the others.