Q: ... Brightside, where secrets are more precious than life. (c)
Well-well-well. Another telepaths get persecuted series.
Interesting how the MC manages to always be lame in his thoughts just enough to drive everyone around a teensy tad mad at him. Is that some sort of self-sabotage we are shown or is that a sort of the 'don't think of the write monkey' trick? Had it been the latter, probably most telepaths would've sufferent from this predicament, wouldn't they? So, it must be a provate personality quirk. Well, not so private considering we're speaking of Brightside. A city teeming with telepathic citizens.
That's some interesting weapons treatment:
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I slide the shotgun down my back, inside my coat, and I use one hand to shove it in the back of my pants and into the crack of my ass. (c)
Other noteworthy stuff:
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Secrets keep the world from burning. (c)
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I’d gone two or three more blocks when the snow finally stopped, the clouds parted, the sun shining, and that made me feel better, like maybe there was a God. Like He was actually looking out for me. (c)
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I guess that’s why I didn’t freak out like the others when I first got to Brightside. I was used to captivity. The others weren’t.. (c)
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“Look, sometimes the things we love will die. Sometimes they won’t. But it’s always important to fight. Life’s worth fighting for. Don’t give up. Sunny’s not going to. You’ve given her a chance. I’m proud of you.” (c)
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It was just easier to get rid of us, ship us here to this mountain, than to face the truth that our society was based on the ability to lie. Parents tell their kids they’re special, that they love them. Teachers tell students they can achieve anything. Bosses want their employees to know they’re valued, that they aren’t just a warm body underpaid and abused. It’s how everything keeps moving. Without the lie, people have to fix shit, face conflict, come to terms. (c)
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I’ve been hearing other people’s thoughts for as long as I could remember, but no matter how many times I heard their lies, their excuses, their justifications for doing horrible stuff, I never realized that I was no better. Until Day 100. That’s when I saw who I really was, a coward, a fraud, a waste of potential. (c)
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Sharon had suggestions, like climbing a tree or throwing rocks to get the pilot’s attention. Our brilliant leader is an idiot. (с)