He loved you.

You should have taken me with you," I whisper to him. Then I lean my head against his and begin to cry. In my mind, I make a silent promise to my brother's killer.

I will hunt you down. I will scour the streets of Los Angeles for you. Search every street in the Republic if I have to. I will trick you and deceive you, lie, cheat and steal to find you, tempt you out of your hiding place, and chase you until you have nowhere else to run. I make you this promise: your life is mine.

June has never looked more beautiful than she does now, unadorned and honest, vulnerable yet invincible.

Metias would be more merciful in my position.
But I was never as good a person as my brother.

I hope,” he replies softly, “to get to know you again. If you are open to it. There is a fog around you that I would like to clear away.

Your strengths might make you hard to approach, and might make your words sound uglier than what you actually mean, but they also make people look up to you.