Aimen

“Too many kind hearts turn cold every day.”
― Chloe Gong, These Violent Delights

“Civilized? You have me at knifepoint."
"You had me at gunpoint"
"I'm on your territory — I had no choice”
― Chloe Gong, These Violent Delights

“I mourned,” Roma said just as softly. “I mourned for months, years outside the gates of the cemetery. Yet I don’t regret choosing you. No matter how cruel you think yourself, your heart beats for your people. That’s why you shot him. That’s why you took the chance. Not because you are merciless. Because you have hope.” Juliette looked up. If Roma turned, even the slightest, they would be nose to nose. “I regret that I was ever put in the position to choose,” Roma continued. His words were faint, whispered into the world while the streets roared with sirens, the building beside them teemed with chaos, and policemen along every street corner screamed for order. But Juliette heard him perfectly. “I hate that the blood feud forced my hand, but I can’t—I did what I had to do and you may think me monstrous for it. The feud keeps taking and hurting and killing and still I couldn’t stop loving you even when I thought I hated you.”
― Chloe Gong, These Violent Delights

“That’s not a necklace, is it?” “It is not, Bàba.” “That’s garrote wire, isn’t it?” “Indeed it is, Bàba.” “How many other weapons have you concealed on yourself?” “Five, Bàba.”
― Chloe Gong, These Violent Delights