It's Love, Not The Battle

You Can't Just Go Around Killing People. You're Right. You Can't Go Around Killing People.

Ouch,” Jace Said In Her Ear, His Tone Indignant. “you Elbowed Me.” “well, You Landed On Me.

Simon Turned To Jordan, Who Was Lying Down Across The Futon, His Head Propped Against One Of The Woven Throw Pillows. "how Much Of That Did You Hear?" "enough To Gather That We're Going To A Party Tonight," Said Jordan. "i Heard About The Ironworks Event. I'm Not In The Garroway Pack, So I Wasn't Invited." "i Guess You're Coming As My Date Now." Simon Shoved The Phone Back Into His Pocket. "i'm Secure Enough In My Masculinity To Accept That," Said Jordan. "we'd Better Get You Something Nice To Wear, Though," He Called As Simon Headed Back Into His Room. "i Want You To Look Pretty.

If You Love Someone, You're Not Supposed To Want Them To Come Back. Better A Peaceful Sleep In The Earth Than The Life Of A Zombie--not Really Dead But Not Really Alive, Either.

I Am Not Going To Live, And I Can Choose To Be As Much For Her As I Can Be, To Burn As Brightly For Her As I Wish, And For A Shorter Time, Than To Burden Her With Someone Only Half-alive For A Longer Time. I Is My Choice, William, And You Cannot Make It For Me.