The world out there was the way it was no matter how much doubt or hope or hate a person breathed into it. - Hugh Howey

Killing a man should be harder than waving a length of pipe in their direction. It should take long enough for one’s conscience to get in the way.

Sorry for her loss. And he had hugged her. Like he knew what she was holding inside, this secret grief that had hardened where her hidden love once lay.

But this is where we’re different. You see the future and refuse to change it. Where I come from, we can see the past, but we keep repeating it.