Into the Still Blue

We all have the potential to do terrible things. But we also have the potential to overcome our mistakes.

What I was trying to say,” he whispered, “is that I see you in everything. There isn’t a word for you that means enough, because you’re everything to me.

Fear is dangerous. It sparks violence much faster than anger.

We have to tell each other the little things, the bad things. Maybe they’ll hurt for a while, but at least they won’t become big things. If we don’t, we’re just going to keep hurting each other. And I don’t want to do that anymore.

Fine. Then I love you, my little Night Crawler.

There is no way forward that isn’t through pain.

Try to sleep. Tomorrow’s coming, whether we worry about it or not.

Roar's mouth pulled into a smile - a beautiful smile she hadn't seen in weeks. "Beautiful, huh?" She drew her hand away, giving him a small push on the shoulder. "Don't act surprised." "I'm not. Always nice to be reminded, though.

People are imperfect, but that doesn’t mean they spoil like milk.

Soren huffed. “I saw her looking at me when we were changing into our uniforms.” “She was looking at you because you’re built like a bull.” Soren’s laugh was nervous, clipped. “Is that good?” “It’d be great if she were a cow.

Tell me what to say. What can I say to make you want me the way I want you?

I want to kiss you,” he said. Forget pride. He wanted her too much “Can I?” She nodded. “You don’t’ ever have to ask me that again. I’ll always say yes.

If we get to the Still Blue,” Soren said, “we should look at how to make more people like you, Aria.” She laughed. “Make more people like me? You mean half-breeds?” “No. I mean people who are forgiving and optimistic and things like that.

Yes. Of Course… I’ll always…Like you, Aria." He grinned, because he sounded like fool. He loved her-down to his soul-and he was going to tell her sometime. But not with Talon’s knee digging into his kidney.

What brought you out here Aria?” he asked. She looked up, right into his eyes. “I needed to find you.” “I know,” he said. “The second I left you, I felt the same way.

Maybe his grief was like her wounded arm. Slowly healing. Gradually becoming les consuming as life delivered other worries and other joys. Other sources of pain and happiness. She wanted that for him. More life. More happiness.

Perry never understood that phrase not to mention. It was mentioned.

Becoming a leader wasn’t easy. It had to be earned, and that only happened over time.

He’d said when. Even in his beaten condition, he believed in whens and not ifs. She never should have doubted his strength

Grief was like the mud that covered them. Messy. Quickly spreading everywhere, once it found a way in.

He was terrible at falling—Roar was right about that—but nothing ever kept him down.

You’re cruel to make me laugh right now,” Perry said, trying to keep as still as possible. Any sharp movement and his ribs felt like they’d crack. “Sorry,” Aria said. She was smiling, her lower lip trapped between her teeth. “Yeah… you look sorry.

Roar's mouth pulled into a smile-a beautiful smile she hadn't seen in weeks. "Beautiful, huh?" She drew her hand away, giving him a small push on the shoulder. "Don't act surprised." "I'm not. Always nice to be reminded,though.” “I give up,” Soren said, shaking his head. “Congratulations. You two are the first code I can’t break.

He could be kind, when kindness lured a person to take a sip of poison.

We started this thing together. That’s how we’re going to finish it.

She couldn’t let the tears go, but she felt them. She carried them with her everywhere she went. She imagined holding them there for the rest of her life. An ocean of tears, existing inside her.

Didn’t she understand? He could endure anything- except losing her.

We all have the potential to do terrible things, Soren. But we also have the potential to overcome our mistakes. I don’t know… I need to believe that. What point is there otherwise?

The feeling of incompletion—of wishing he could have done more, or differently, or better—wasn’t new. But he was tired of bashing his head against the past. He tried to do right—in every situation. Sometimes that wasn’t enough, but it was all he could do. The only thing he truly had power over. He was learning to accept that.

Name one civilization led by two people—a pair. It doesn’t happen. Do you know the fastest path to creating enemies? Forge a partnership.