He's right. I can't deny it. I am the reason Day lost everything that matters to him.

I need to let him go.

I'd forgotten that a boy from the streets is no match for the future Princeps.

You led the soldiers right to my family's door. You're the reason they're dead.

I certainly don't understand all these strange new feelings inside me--am I here because I love him, or because I owe him?

It means, Day, that you're dying.

Goodnight, June.

He looks like an angel, if a broken one.

My heart's been torn wide open, just like I feared it would be, and I have no willpower to close it back up. Any barrier I might've succeeded in putting up around myself, any resistance I might've built up against my feelings for her, is now completely gone. Shattered.