I refer you to my earlier statement. I love you, Ryder. It doesn’t shut off because you run away. It doesn’t die because you want it to in order to protect me. You think you’re destroying me, but loving you strengthens me. Heals the broken.

It’s not the place that creates the magic, Ryder. It’s the person. The magic is wherever you are.

On a good day, I'm a first class prick, but even I know that being treated like you're disposable is something no one should ever be used to.

I was worthy before. Maybe with him I can be worthy again.

The untouched created the unbroken.