I can’t help comparing [Courage], over and over, to his brother. Fear has a bright façade and dark insides; his horror and windy recklessness that carries millions over the plains with no hopes of ever stopping. And Courage… he’s dark on the o...
You asked me once if I ever get tired of being who I am,” he reminds me. “And the answer is this: only when I have to leave you.
[Fear] can be a pleasure to look at, and I understand how some other humans love to experience his essence. We can sense beauty, even if we don’t see it.
With the taste of rum in my mouth and the sting of remembrance in my heart, I set my sights on the man who killed my family.
The most painful emotions are better than none at all. Ironically, we make you human.
