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• If she keeps him and gives him a place among her other children, he will destroy them all. She knows this as readily as she knows his nature, and there is nothing more to be done for either. It’s him or them. It is the only way.
• I want to breathe. I want to enjoy my shadow. I want Darling in my arms. I want… I want to be at peace. The thought catches me off guard. It’s so unexpected that something burns in my sinuses, something that must be tears.
• “I think you care very little,” she goes on, “because you think that keeps you safe. If you care for very little, you have very little to lose.” A knot forms between my shoulder blades, making me shift again. “But you know what?” Smee says. “Caring for so little means that when you actually do care, losing it has a much higher cost.”
• I’m no artist, but I’m an expert at violence and I will paint a fucking masterpiece with your blood.” I smile
• “Time for you to go, Crocodile. Have fun on your quest for destroying everything you touch. When you’re done, I suspect you’ll be standing on nothing but a pile of bones and ash. I hope it’s worth it.”