Irene realized she was on the point of shouting. Worse, of being ungrammatical. She took a deep breath. - Genevieve Cogman

Indigo was precisely the sort of person who would declare that a just revolution was worth a million deaths. As long as she wasn’t one of them, of course.

Life was much easier before I had to worry about everyone else worrying," Irene muttered.
"It's called growing up, dear. It comes with staying alive.

Walking through a library—any library—as they made their way to the exterior had its usual comforting, balancing effect on Irene. It was a reassurance that such places existed and that they would continue, even if she herself was as temporary as any other human.