People were messy. They were defined not only by what they'd done, but by what they would have done, under different circumstances, molded as much by their regrets as their actions, choices they stood by and those they wished they could undo. Of course, there was no going back - time only moved forward - but people could change. For worse. And for better. It wasn't easy. The world was complicated. Life was hard. And so often, living hurt. So make it worth the pain.
You wanted to feel alive, right? It doesn't matter if you're monster or human. Living hurts.
I’ve been thinking.” “A dangerous pursuit.” “Indeed.
I am Sunai,” he said. “I am holy fire. And if I have to burn the world to cleanse it, so help me, I will.
He wondered about himself (whether he was broken, or special, or better, or worse) and about other people (whether they were really all as stupid as they seemed).
Da used to say that lies were easy, but trust was hard. Trust is like faith: it can turn people into believers, but every time it's lost, trust becomes harder and harder to win back.
I mean, most people want to escape. Get out of their heads. Out of their lives. Stories are the easiest way to do that.
