“ Yes, he wanted to tell Krystof, it will hurt. Even if you don't get sick like them. It will hurt. ”
Being alive and living aren't the same.
~ Alex London
... but she believed and that was the price of belief. It gave no discounts to friendship (p370)
He took deep breaths. He wanted to sleep. At least in sleeping, he could find a kind of peace. At least in sleeping, he could dream about his dead friends and maybe, until the sun came up, feel like he wasn't all alone.
He wondered if anyone really ever changed, or if stuff just piled on and on, covering up, but never erasing all the different parts. How deep would you have to dig to find who you started out as?