It Was Him Or Me. I Chose

I Do Trust You, Is What I Want To Say. But It Isn't True -- I Didn't Trust Him To Love Me Despite The Terrible Things I Had Done. I Don't Trust Anyone To Do That, But That Isn't His Problem; It's Mine.

I’m Not Anyone,” He Says. “i’m Nobody. That’s What Being Factionless Is.

"what Did You Do?" I Scream. "you Die, I Die Too."

You Know, There's A Word For Big, Strong Men Who Attack Women, And It's Coward.

No One's Perfect," I Whisper. "it Doesn't Work That Way. One Bad Thing Goes Away, And Another Bad Thing Replaces It." I Traded Cowardice For Cruelty; I Traded Weakness For Ferocity.