That's What Humanity Is: A Series Of

He Used To Talk To Me About Russia All The Time And Had Sworn Up And Down That I'd Love It Here. "to You, It'd Be Like A Fairy Tale," He'd Told Me. "sorry, Comrade. Borg And Out-of-date Music Aren't Part Of Any Happy Ending I've Ever Imagined." "borscht, Not Borg. And I've Seen Your Appetite. If You Were Hungry Enough, You'd Eat It." "so Starvation's Necessary For This Fairy Tale To Work Out?

You Can't," I Murmured, Swallowing The Tears Back With Great Effort. "you Can't Keep Saving Me, Can't Keep Trying To. It's Too Late." "no," He Said. His Heart Was In His Eyes, And It Was Ripping Mine Apart. "not For You. Never.

Sometimes It's Worth Lingering On The Journey For A While Before Getting To The Destination.

But Each Time You Use Spirit, You're More Likely To Go Crazy.” “already Crazy About You, Sage.

You Were Wrong. She Really Is The New General In Town." I Smiled Back, Hoping He Wasn't Aware Of My Body's Reaction To Us Standing So Close. "maybe. But, It's Okay. You Can Still Be Colonel." He Arched An Eyebrow. "oh? Did You Demote Yourself? Colonel's Right Below General. What's That Make You?" I Reached Into My Pocket And Triumphantly Flashed The Cr-v Keys I'd Swiped When We'd Come Back Inside. "the Driver," I Said.