Only a Monster

If you need to run, always imply that you'll return.

You're a hero and I'm a monster", she whispered. "There's only one way that story ever ends.

if people belonged together in the true timeline, then our timeline tries to repair itself by bringing them together.

A Hunt and an Oliver together? How very Romeo and Juliet.

They’d known each other far too long to think they could ever change each other’s natures.

There wasn’t going to be a happy ending, she reminded herself. She was a monster and he was a hero. Everyone knew how that story ended.

What am I?” Joan whispered. “I don’t know,” Aaron said. “All I know is that if you undo the massacre, you can’t ever meet me. You can’t ever trust me. I won’t know. I won’t remember what-” He cut himself off. Then he ground out. “I won’t remember what you mean to me.

Monsters look like giant spiders," Joan said. "Or like robots." She'd seen enough cartoons to know. Gran sometimes told jokes without smiling. Maybe this was one of those times. But Gran's eyes weren't shiny with a held-in joke. They were serious. "That's pretend monsters," she said. "Real monsters look like me and you.

Where are you going?” He frowned. “Just don’t,” she said. “Don’t help. Don’t do anything else for me.” She felt his eyes on her as she walked away.

You're a hero and I'm a monster. There's only one way that story ever ends.

We believe that if people belonged together in the true timeline, then our timeline tries to repair itself by bringing them together. Over and over and over. Until the rift is healed.

As for me . . . a Liu doesn’t need goodbyes. I can see you perfectly even now. I remember every moment that we were together. Every touch. Every conversation we ever had. For me, you’re always here.

That’s pretend monsters,’ she said. ‘Real monsters look like me and you.

A person who can't travel isn't a monster." "Is that what you say about Olivers who can't?" "An Oliver who can't travel is an oxymoron.

In the bathroom mirror, Joan did look like death - gray-skinned and glassy-eyed. She splashed cold water on her face and came up looking like death with a wet face.

How do you Lius stand it? Joan wanted to ask him. How do you stand remembering when no one else does? But she could see how Jamie stood it. The same way she was going to have to. He just bore it.

look after each other. To be good to each other. To help people in need. I believe it—I believe we should help people if we can.