I nod, okay with that. Nic looks at the tickets in his hands before walking back to the teller without a word. Memories of what happened to Alyx flash through my mind and I hold myself tighter. I've never felt so alone...
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I glance at her, feeling as if I did something wrong.
"I'm sorry," I say, "I don't mean to be rude. I...I lost my real brother when I was little and losing Nic to some...father who could have saved my brother. I just...don't know what to think anymore."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
That's how we should measure our lives. Not in distance traveled, or time passed, or worlds conquered, but in moments... and the rush of joy—of grace—that exists within them. — Megatron (Lost Light, by Roberts, Lawrence, Lafuente)