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The pain would be awful , but at least she would be free.

Live your life like this. Constantly searching faces in the crowd, wondering which of them you can trust , which of them you can't.

(...) and I can't summon any more grief. I'm empty.

She smelled the smoke before she saw it - acrid in her nose, bitter in her throat.

Nicole: It's daunting, isn't it?
Charles: What?
Nicole: Trust.
He nodded slowly.

Beads of blood defied gravity, hanging in the air like drops of dew caught in a web.

He had been running ever since. Initially, because he was ashamed by the memories of what he had done; later, out of necessity.

I am to be judged today. But tomorrow, in the way treat an innocent, you will all be judged.

Create a mould, and pour yourself in it. See what you want to be, and be. Don't fear the pain. Pain is good. Pain is price.

She preferred fear to misplaced confidence.

Yet surely no afterlife could be cruel enough to accept not just her soul but all her agony.

Her expression was distant and he was ashamed to find himself hunting for sings of pain in her features, some evidence of heartache.

Those were the black ears; the lost years. He had allowed himself to become the victim of events, rather than their master. [Jakab]

The rush of emotion unbalanced him, his initial outrage eclipsed by an all-consuming grief.

The smell of her - so potent , so all-consuming - intoxicated him.

He might not have control of this situation, but the illusion of control was more pressing than its reality.

You want to run. I understand that. I do believe you almost found the courage just then, until cowardice unmanned you.

perhaps that's what we thought we were. Benevolent gods.
Now look at us.

Whatever had arrived to save her had not spoken, had not announced itself with anything except the silent killing it brought.

She examined with curious detachment - so rare for her to feel anything these days - and discovered that what she felt was unease.

They were running for their lives, and when you ran for your life you had to do things, brutal things.

It felt as if his body poured into a memory of itself, a recognized groove.

She stopped, and he knew she had caught herself, dismayed a what she had been about to reveal. [Nicole Dubois]

Five years ago I was in love with you so utterly I thought I might go mad from it.

- I want to atone -
He couldn't of course. Nothing he did now could atone fully for what he had done. But he could do one thing. Just one thing.

She never liked the man. What she saw now, she liked even less.

He wondered how much time he had left before they started saying "you".

Sometimes when you live out here alone, you forget how to treat with people. [Sebastien]

She was an impostor here, unfit to be around these innocent lives.

I'm sorry if you think I've played Judas. But I never agreed to play this game for these stakes,

A few minutes later, he heard, floating down the hallway outside, the steady creak of bedsprings, a metronomic nightmare in the darkness.

She could not hope to overcome him, but if she could find a blade quickly enough, if she could open her wrists.

He smiled. Rather, he widened his mouth, exposing teeth.

As if this was normal.
As if nothing had happened during the night.

Her words might have been meant for another, but they had the quality of sunlight nonetheless.

Not ignoble. Don't torture yourself over it. I can't change the past but I can, hopefully, ease your fears from the future.

He couldn't even remember her name any more. when, he caught himself wondering, had he started to forget?

Even now, over a half-century later, the engraved words stirred emotions in him he would rather not confront.

He sucked his pipe. Blew out the smoke. The clock ticked, lengthening the seconds between them.

On the other hand, who knows what I know or whether what I know is even true? [Patrick Beckett]

Pointless to question the sanity of it.

She loved him, loved the essence of him, his soul, not his shell.

What protection could she have hoped to offer either of them? She couldn't even protect herself anymore.

even now, the building raised a conflicting set of emotions in her: memories of pain and loss, but also of healing and discovery.

You finally admit that you were hurt? That you can feel pain?

The last begonias wilting in the chalet's hanging baskets laced the air with a lemon and cinnamon fragrance.

(...) Try not to speak ill of people in the future. You never know when they might be listening (...)

Yet she felt no horror at what she had witnessed, no nausea. their lives - and their deaths - had not mattered.

Waves of insanity and corruption seemed to flow from him. She felt buffeted by their swells.

(He) found that articulating those feelings made him feel morose.

She nodded, knowing that he toyed with her, lightening her anguish, but she had no power in this exchange.

Somehow he's looked inside me and he's seen what lurks in there: that even in my grief, all I worry about is myself.

I've always said the world is filled with as much wonder as sorrow.

Decades of sorrow and loss, he had suffered. And all of them caused by this woman crouching in front of him with his blood on her lips.

Their touch triggered an electric spasm of agony. He felt the gushing warmth of blood on his fingers. [Charles Meredith]

She fought black tears.

She tried, and failed, to stop herself from shaking.

She did not know how the figure was, but she knew it was damaged too badly to live.

The burden of that responsibility wicked the blood from hes stomach ans sent it crashing through her arteries,

He's a good guy. Whether we can trust him or not is another matter.

He felts as if a tumour had burst inside his skull,

What year was it now? He couldn't even say. But finally, the task to which he'd dedicated himself was done.

There have been so many untruths, I don' blame you for being confused.

He did not think he was capable of falling in love who was insane, or paranoid, or confused. So where did that leave him?

Stop thinking. Son't hesitate. Act. The mantra has served her tolerably so far. Looking into the future would improvise her if she allowed it.

In all his years he had not seen one as ancient as this, so obviously belonging to a world far older than his own.

(...) At that time I put down the paranoia. I should have trusted my instincts (...) [Hannah Wilde]

() Teeth clenched, she heard herself snarl out words in a voice feral in its savagery (...)

They spoke of age and decay. Of atrophy and ruin. Of the inevitability of loss and the futility of hope.

And then a monstrous idea jumped into her head, a thought so ruthless and dark she almost fled from the contemplation of it.

When she kissed his mouth, she tasted blood and swallowed it.

Twice damned, in truth, and yet by quirk of timing and fate accepted into that society denied to so many others.

He fell to the floor a second time, accompanied by a rain of books.

He grinned, the skin of his mouth streching far wider that it should have done, exposing teeth as far back as his molar.

Do I even want this burden any more? Probably not, I'm too old, too tired. And what, after all. have I achieved in all this time?

There's Moses (...) Better company that some humans I've known [Sebastien]

Don't mourn me", he said. Because it was a joke, a sick joke and because - at the end - he needed a little dark humour to sustain him.

His hearts beat crazily in his chest, so laboured he thought it might burst.

Knowledge had always been the most important weapon in all of this. [Hannah Wilde]