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“Pick another marker.”

Lee. Oh I love you so much.

Ahhhhh

“Well,” Erekkus said, “he’s like a cat. He doesn’t have friends. He just tolerates your presence.”

“I’m a distraction? That’s very flattering. And here I thought you didn’t notice.” A beat. An odd expression crossed his face. Almost a smile, maybe—albeit from someone who had never witnessed one before. “I’m not the blind one,” he said.

Weaver, he was actually blushing.

I love him

“But hey, maybe you’ll be different. You’re just his type, actually.” “His type?” Erekkus leaned forward and gave me a conspiratorial smirk. He held out a finger with each word. “Beautiful. Mysterious. Dangerous. And an obvious, clear-as-the-fucking-moon mistake.”

Help. My heart hurts.

“Maybe none of us truly know our own strength. Not until the world has hacked away at us.”
“But the point is, we aren’t strong because of our trauma. We were always strong to begin with. We just needed to figure it out for ourselves.”

“That’s the curse of the survivors. We have to live with our dead.”

“I’m wrapped in deceit and molded in manipulation, stuffed full of everything I’ve done to survive.”