I look up, and he's searching my eyes, just like he did after kissing me for the first time in the rain. "What are you looking for?" He doesn't answer. He doesn't need to. I know what he wants. And it's not fair. "Just because we're the only two teenagers on this whole ship doesn't mean I have to love you. Why can't I have a choice? Options?" Elder steps back, stung. "Look, it's not that I don't like you," I say quickly, reaching for him. H..
Should we wait?" "Yes! YES. Wait - I'm coming. Just give me some time to thaw, and I will rise from the ice and live again. I will be your frozen phoenix. Just give me a chance!"
God, did they ? A year made the world of difference! This was one more year I could be with Jason, one more year I could ! I signed up for three hundred years. . . not three hundred and one!
Amy pulls away and looks into my face. Her pale skin is blotchy red, her eyes are veined and shadowed, and a shiny line of snot trickles from her nose to the top of her lip.
This ship is built on secrets; it runs on secrets", he says, tiny droplets of spittle flying from his mouth to my face. "And if you keep asking about them, you'll see how far I'm willing to go to keep mine." ~ Eldest"
We're the ones who arent normal. People are supposed to be like that: obedient, calm, working together. It's us-who can't focus, who can't work together, who can't do the Feeder or Shipper jobs-we're the ones who aren't normal. We're the ones who have to take the mental meds just so we don't go loons.
We fall into each other. All the other voices in my head--the fear, the doubt, the worry--are drowned out. I die at the end of each kiss and am brought gasping back to life at the beginning of the next. I close my eyes and the entire world fades away.
I'm going to find a way to fix you" "I'm not broken", Amy says in a voice as empty as her eyes. I lead her down the hall, deposit her in her chamber, and tell her not lo leave. I have no doubt she will follow my order."
I stare at the stars... And even though there are so many and they look so close together, I know they are light years apart. The glitter in the sky looks as if I could scoop it all up in my hands and let the stars swirl and touch one another, but they are so distant, so very far apart, that they cannot feel the warmth of each other, even though they are made of burning. , I tell myself. .
I realize the simple truth is that power isn't control at all- power is strength, and giving that strength to others. A leader isn't someone who forces others to make him stronger; a leader is someone willing to give his strength to others so that they may have the strength to stand on their own.
I saw you running," she says, her attention on the rabbit. "What were you running from?" "Just running," I say. She watching me silently and intently, like a cat. "Why?" she asks. I shrug. "Why not?" "It's not Productive." She says it like productivity is holy, the only thing worth having. "So?" ~Amy"
You want to just dump me in space?" My voice is low, but not for long. "It's not like I've done anything wrong! I didn't wake myself up, you know!" Eldest shrugs. "It would be by far the simplest solution. You are, after all, nonessential." "We can't do that," the doctor says, and I totally forgive him for being creepy and threatening me with drugs."
Elder mocked me for praying once, and i spent an hour berating him for that. He ended up throwing up his hands, laughing, and telling me i could believe whatever i wanted if i was going to hold onto my beliefs so hard.
He looks once in my eyes, a question still there. But we are beyond questions. We are in a plsce where there are only answers, and my answer to him is yes.
I can think of nothing but the stars. It is like a piece of my soul had been lost, empty, and it is now filled with the light of a million stars. They are all that I have ever dreamed of; they are nothing that I ever expected... I will never, never be the same. I have seen stars. Real stars.
Doc begs me for the wires to fix the pump. We should at least keep putting the hormones in the water," he insists, "so that they don't start mating with relatives." "Most people don't want to commit incest," I say dryly."