Fireborne

They watch us kneel, they see the back of our heads, and they think we've given in. They don't realize you can think from your knees just as well as from your feet.

Bring what fury you have and I will answer it with ours.

And as she turned, it was revealed by her tread that she was fireborne.

I had meant to add more, to explain myself, but I realize now there’s no need. She does not agree with me; she will not. We’ve reached the bounds of reason and have come to the threshold of belief. I would not do her the dishonor of imagining that her beliefs have been any less hard-won than mine.

Your choices are your own. My conscience is not your keeper.

I'll serve the state better by bettering myself. One step at a time. I can make history one step at a time.

For a moment the kiss is gentle, careful - I'm so conscious of my not knowing, of his knowing - and then he utters a sound so low in his throat that it may be a cry of need or perhaps sorrow muffled against my mouth. Then we're not longer gentle, and I no longer care that I don't know what I'm doing because I know.

And this is how it hurts, to want someone, and see them in the arms of someone else.

At such a price, the memories of weakness finally serve a purpose, and once used, they never hurt with the same strength again.

We've reached the bounds of reason and have come to the threshold of belief.

Much of what you’ll be doing, as Guardians, will be deciding which is the lesser evil. Who lives, who dies. It will be—it should be—a terrible burden.

Sometimes I can’t not fight,” she said.

Bring what fury you have and I will answer it with ours

A revolution was fought to undo these patterns, and yet here I am, unable to picture any future but one where I repeat them.