Sam said nothing about it, as though he spontaneously composed music with nature all the time.

No matter what happens, I want that piece of music to live. When people hear it, I want them to think about what we tried to do, regardless of whether we succeed. And I want them to know that without you, Ana Incarnate, whatever Janna had planned would have just happened without opposition. You opened our eyes. I want that legacy to continue.

Just because you want friends with you doesn't make you selfish. It makes you human. And even when we think something's an unwise idea, that doesn't mean we've stopped believing in you. I will never stop believing in you. What I said about believing you can do anything, be anything -- I still think that. I still admire that you don't let others' limitations stop you. I love that about you. I love you.

I lifted my eyes to meet his, meeting darkness and anguish. "Do you love me?" He spoke without hesitation, without the usual line of thought between his eyes. "Infinitely.

You just go right up to anything and talk to it, don’t you?" Sam closed his eyes and smiled. “I love that about you.