Without emotion, what's the point of being human?

I feel the pulse of our bond and history and love through our hands, like a wave of magic, the return of a long-lost friend. Of something meant to be. The feeling brings tears to my eyes. Perhaps we can take a step forward together.
'Hi,' he says. 'I'm Daniel.'
'Hi,' I reply. 'I'm June.

Sometimes, the sun sets earlier. Days don’t last forever, you know. But I’ll fight as hard as I can. I can promise you that.

My name is June Iparis.

I am June Iparis, I remind myself.

Keep at it, Junebug—someday, you’ll shake the Republic to its very core. You’ll be absolutely unforgettable. I know it.