He needed to tell her... What? That she was lovely and brave and better then anything he deserved. That he was twisted, crooked and wrong, but not so broken that he couldn't pull himself together into some semblance of a man for her.
Truth means something different when it's given freely.
Dangling form the trap's steel teeth by his wounded leg, a lesser creature might have closed his eyes and prayed for nothing more than a quick death. But if Koja had words then he had hope.
Sometimes scientific discoveries are like that […]. Once people know something is possible, the pace of new findings increases. (Wylan)
I believe ... I believe that if there was a start to this, then there has to be an end.
Hope was the wind that came from nowhere to fill your sails and carry you home.