Do You Really Wish To Disobey Me,

Pulvis Et Umbra Sumsu." ~ Horace, Odes ("we Are Dust And Shadows")

I Can Offer You My Life, But It Is A Short Life; I Can Offer You My Heart, Though I Have No Idea How Many More Beats It Shall Sustain

I Like That Stick Of Yours," He Said. "it's A Staff." Jem Swung Out To Knock Another Automaton Sideways. "made By The Iron Sisters, Only For Silent Brothers." [...] "anyone Can Sharpen A Stick." "it's A Staff," Jem Repeated, And Saw Will's Quicksilver Smile Out Of The Corner Of His Eye.

Will: "you Are Not Really Dying, Are You?" Jem: "so They Tell Me." Will: "i Am Sorry." Jem: "no. Don’t Be Ordinary Like That. Don’t Say You’re Sorry. Say You’ll Train With Me." Will: "i’ll Train With You.

Do You Often Sleep Tied To The Bed?