"…The man running toward me is not a man, he is a boy. A shaggy-haired boy with a crease between his eyebrows.
Will. Dull-eyed and mindless, but still Will. He stops runing and mirrors me, his feet planted and his gun up. In an instant, I see his finger poised over the trigger and hear the bullet slide into the chamber, and I fire. My eyes squeezed shut. Can’t breathe.”
Amazing, isn’t it? Everything we think of that makes up a person. Thoughts, emotions, history. All wiped away by chemistry.
Everything you've heard... about monsters, about nightmares, legends whispered around campfires. All the stories are true.
“Herondales." Zachariah’s voice was a breath, half laughter, half pain. "I had almost forgotten. No other family does so much for love, or feels so much guilt for it. Don’t carry the weight of the world on you, Jace. It’s too heavy for even a Herondale to bear.”
@shailenewoodley ; Just keep moving forward and don’t give a shit about what anybody thinks. Do what you have to do, for you.
The Dauntless in the cars ahead of us are jumping out as the train passes a rooftop. The tracks are seven stories up.
The idea of leaping out of a moving train onto a rooftop, knowing there is a gap between the edge of the roof and the edge of the track, makes me want to throw up.