Rizza✧˖°

“Our story had been anything but simple up to now, and it would be callow and irrational to think we could pick right back up where we’d left off at the beginning of the war.”
― TurtleMe, Providence

“Emotional support weapon of mass destruction, reporting for duty, sir,”
― TurtleMe, Providence

“She’s saying…ah, shit, Art. I wish I didn’t have to be the go-between here.’ Regis winced, a mental expression that sent a twitch through my own slack face. ‘She’s saying that she understands. It’s okay. You’ve done everything you can. She wants you to know that, after everything…well, she’s glad you’re here in the end. You and Sylvie. And me, but she added that as a kind of afterthought, and I—okay, okay. She, uh…she loves you, Art. And she wants me to tell you…goodb⁠—’ “Stop,” I said, suddenly fully awake again. “Don’t. This isn’t goodbye.”
― TurtleMe, Providence

“I swallowed and ran a hand over Tessia’s hair. It was strange, thinking of it specifically as Tessia’s hair again. Her body. Her.”
― TurtleMe, Providence