Nyxia

You can’t expect to always feel like yourself. Just don’t lose who you are. Are you a bad person? Of course not. Does that mean you’ll always do the right thing? Of course not. No one’s perfect.

I don’t have to be perfect. I just have to be better than the other guy.

You will be glad that you are not like them. You'll be glad that you showed mercy to those who did not deserve it. Watching you gives me hope. If we are to send representatives down to a new world, they should not be people without mercy. Babel chose you because you're poor. They thought you would be easy to manipulate. Twice you've proven them wrong. Twice you've set the sword aside when they've asked you to swing it. When you look back, it won't be mercy that you regret.

Life’s thrown shots at me from every direction. Through all of it, I learned that distance is its own kind of armor.

You're broken," she answers quietly. "The same kind of broken as me.

It’s just one day, I remind myself. My fight is one of decades and generations. One bad day won’t stop me from rising up. I won’t quit, not today, not ever.

Be worthy. Not in their eyes, but in yours. Break the rules you need to, but never forget who you are and where you come from. When they knock you down, and they will, don’t you quit on me.

It’s hard to tell the difference between rich and wrong.

There’s not much left for me on Earth. I wanted to go as far away as possible. Where better than a new planet?” Her eyes squeeze shut for a second. “But they don’t tell you the pain comes with you. They don’t tell you that hurt travels at light-speed too.

They say pain is weakness leaving the body. If that’s true, each of us is becoming strong enough to carry worlds on our shoulders.

You get in there and fight, Emmett. Be worthy. Not in their eyes, but in yours. Break the rules you need to, but never forget who you are and where you come from. When they knock you down, and they will, don’t you quit on me.

What do you pray for?" "Rest." "Who do you pray to?" "I don't know.

Joy slips through our fingers because we're grasping and reaching for everything else. We're past being broken.

And just like that, I’m leaving Earth behind.

I really don’t know,” I say. “It’s hard to tell the difference between rich and wrong.

Guilt like this doesn’t leave. You can set it aside, but it’s always there, waiting.

You lose yourself to anger and that’s it. It’s a lonely road, and a long one. But if you find a way to control your feelings, if you can take that anger and make sure you’re the boss of it, then you won’t be so bad

take their time removing our bindings. Morning orders her crew to undo their nyxian transformations before we can get a look at the night goggles they used. Longwei and the others look up at us, confused about what happened. All we can do is shrug back as Defoe and Requin appear on the platforms above. They lead everyone through a side hatch. We walk by one too many scoreboards on the way back, one too many reminders of how we’ve failed.

own teammates to come. The moment’s gone, slipped through my fingers. I stand there for a while, trying to catch Morning’s eye,

Does Morning want to talk, or does she want to talk?