“Freedom is not worth it without him.”
“I love you, Hsin," he said hoarsely. "I missed you so much."
"I love you, too." Sin's voice was still thick and husky. "I came back for you. Because I wanted to find you, because I wanted to remember you.”
“We're never separating again. Fucking never”
“We'll find him." Carhart said firmly.
"How do you know? How can you be so sure?"
"Because you and he are like my wayward fucking children and I refuse to lose one now that I finally got the other back”
“You and he are so protective of each other that you blame yourselves as soon as something happens with the other”
“Why did he always have to be the one left behind? Why did he always have to be the one to gather the broken pieces and glue them back together, a mockery of what he'd once been? Why did he always have to suffer through the loss—that gaping, wrenching loss that sucked him up, ripped him apart, and carelessly threw him aside?”
“In that moment, he wanted Sin for Sin—for the quiet of his breath and the unspoken words in his eyes. It was little of physical attraction and everything of emotional. He wanted to just hold Sin without the body needing to be involved other than strong arms and a comforting heartbeat. The reminder of the peace that was so long gone now it felt a lifetime had passed.”
“I'm a motherfucking lothario of humans and robots alike.”
“Being with him makes me feel different.”
“Do you want to fuck off, or do you need a written invitation?”
“It's loud and annoying and sounds ridiculous, anyway."
"Build a bridge."
"What?"
"Get over it.”
“You speak of yourself and others who were in your same position as objects."
Boyd's eyebrows ticked up. "Isn't that what I am? I was merchandise there but now I'm back to being a tool. It's nothing but semantics.”
“You're so fucking inappropriate. Even with technology.”
“Listen to me, you little idiot," Sin hissed, leaning forward until his nose nearly touched hers. "You and your friends nearly got me killed, and someone else is in danger because of you oblivious, drug addicted morons bringing us to the attention of a bunch of fanatic psychopaths. So tell me what you know or I will rip your fucking jugular open with my teeth."
"There's my boy," Emilio said proudly, grinning.
"Shut the fuck up," Sin didn't even look at the other man.”
“He'd been too late for Sin. He'd been too weak for Lou. He'd been too young for his dad. They'd all lived and loved and fallen, one by one, leaving deeper imprints on his soul each time. He couldn't change their deaths nor could he change that Sin was now in the same category as Lou and his father. People who he would have done anything for, lost to him in situations where that 'anything' had not been enough.”
“Too bad in the Agency’s eyes a person was only truly the hero when they were the villain.”
“Are you sure you aren’t a porn star?"
Emilio licked his lips and reached up to wipe a damp spot from his cheek.
“Nah. Just a slut.”
“It's because the truth is important. Never let anyone tell you differently, Boyd. Even if it hurts to say, even if it's painful to hear, even if you wish you could run the other way—it's important. It separates the people with integrity from the deceivers. It's what makes a person trustworthy. Somebody to believe in”
“Never fuck someone you work with.”
“Because in my experience, people who seem especially enamored of my appearance also want something out of me I don't want to give”
“All those months Boyd had thought only of Sin. All those times he'd leaned on Sin's memory for strength and conviction. All those nights he'd woken in pain and forced himself to keep going because it was what Sin would have wanted...
It hurt to know it may mean nothing.”
“On the one hand, I have a neighbor who I'm fairly certain thinks I'm the devil, but on the other hand most of my gay or bi friends have never run into issues in the city."
Then again, most of his gay or bi friends could kill anyone who looked at them the wrong way. But he didn't say that aloud.”
“He was going to have to figure out how to deal with this on his own eventually. Relying on anyone else too heavily was just going to make it worse. In the end, support was only fleeting.”
“Agents were trained liars. They were taught how to manipulate people in order to get what they wanted. Subterfuge was like second nature to them. Throw that in with the fact that they were all basically trying to live for the moment because the next could be the last and the fact that valentine or not, sex could always be a part of the job and he didn't know how anyone did it”
“That's because you are nobody, he reminded himself harshly. You're nothing to him. If you disappeared today, he'd probably never even remember you were here. You'd be forgotten again in seconds, as if you never existed”
“I think a lot of it is personality. I never felt like I had to be anyone for him (Kassian), or prove anything. He didn't care what I did or thought. It made it easier to relax."
"And you felt like you had to be someone for me?" Sin asked with an arched brow. "I liked you before you had a personality.”
“he thought about the future. He thought about where he was now and where he would have to be tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after that. He thought about coping and moving on”
“...I would like to live a little bit longer in this beautiful concentration camp.”
“My futon was a fancy one with armrests and everything. It was a pain in the ass to get open because it weighed a ton. I figured I’d make the bed when Luke got back. He’d probably be able to pull it out by glaring at it.”
“Feeling this way was a particular kind of horror, having the emotions without the memories.”
“Music was more than subjective; it was erratic. It was the ship on the horizon that one sailor saw, the other sailor didn’t.”
“Pa Larkspur?"
She smiled. "Don't be so chauvinistic. He's the best cook in the county. His baskets bring in more money than any others at the picnic auctions."
"Jesus. Baskets? Picnic? Just how country is the Nest?"
"Very." His horrified expression made her laugh. "Clay, you live in a tree. I don't think you should throw stones.”
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