In the moment I faced dying, I finally knew my reason for living.
I tell him there'll be an army waiting for him, and your friend is only concerned with the color of their uniforms. What's this really about?" Max shrugged. "A girl." I glared at Max. "Dude. Shut up.
How are you still sane?" "Who says I am? I only stopped asking myself the escape question when the walls started to answer me." Shit.
What was the point of finding something worth living for if my life was no longer in my own hands?
If the eye really was a muscle, I had pulled it long ago.
Brother, when you've been here as long as I have, you'll come to discover there are only one or two essential things worth living for. Unique to you and you alone. My honor is one of them for me. I keep my honor by keeping the relic out of their hand...
