It's enough to say I woke from death with an electric heart.
He treated me to silence. Why bother with quiet? The quiet illuminates nothing. It is nothingness; it does not carry. It should not mean a thing.
She did not have an excuse as rich as her demise to explain why I am without her. She simply left me behind and vanished into the world. Not unlike the way she often vanished into her thoughts.
People like you do not realize what power words have. Words are impossible to see. Words can be twisted in so many directions. Some of us are more careful with them.
Heh, you're superpowered, I'm powerless. We're two ends of a freak magnet!
None of us cherishes anything, and so we have nothing to lose.
I am not afraid that you will hurt me. If you do, the scars won't last for eternity. People hurt each other all the time. Especially when they care for each other.
Even if you are powerless, your words are not.
I am not a hero and you should not pretend to be one. Wearing a mask cannot change that you are wincing underneath it!
Most people aren't capable of making me feel anything. Let alone sympathy.
But color is silent also. I do not envy the colors you have seen.
I have seen, if not everything, enough to despise myself and the rest of the world, if not yet you.
I can only hope that your dreadful advice was not an act of cruelty but of ignorance.
I will not fail them. I am not my mother. I am better than she was.
Oh, well, that's a relief! I'm a freak but not a murderer!
I cannot commit that act of betrayal.
I do not doubt the gloom will deepen.
How can I face you again? How can I face any soul on earth? With all that I have seen and been. I am no one's hero.
Science for the sake of science is a terrifying thing, Ollie.
I believed then that her work was for my sake. For the sake of our weak hearts. We did not speak often in my family, Ollie. We were never like you.
And my hearing was muffled and she was pressing her hand against the top of my head, holding me underwater. I clawed at her arms, but she would not let go, and my heart was skipping, seizing up, panicking —
A manifestation of her cruelty. A way to assuage my guilt.
My intentions were noble, but maybe keeping quiet has harmed us.
"Auburn-Stache. Am I selfish?" "I've never met a soul that wasn't. I've met a lot of people who don't bother wondering."
It's not selfish to love people.
Weeping just to feel the warmth of water on my cheeks. The spikes of pain in my chest were worsening, constant. But every word that went straight into my head was more painful.
"Would.. would you still love me if I were... normal?" "Do you have to ask?" She left the room.
I did have to ask. In a soulless house, you must ask such things.
I do not deserve normalcy, Oliver. Not if my existence deprived others of it. I am the prototype of your suffering.
Why would I want to reveal the horrors of me to the only person who ever saw me as heroic?
