I need him to know that I came for him. I need him to know that somehow, at some point in the tunnels, I began to love him.

“Love: a single word, a wispy thing, a word no bigger or longer than an edge.”

“You don't even know me," I say quickly."I want to though.”

“I thought if I followed the rules, things would turn out all right. that's the …”

“... he had never once been frightened of a living one before. They were too fra…”