Amnesia was a soldier's best friend, and luckily, it could be taught. Missing limbs still ache, but missing memories never do.
Then he pulled Liam forward and pressed their lips together. The kiss was no longer than a second, but in that second, any walls between them fell. Liam's body was Syd's body; Syd's mind was Liam's mind. someones eyelashes tickled and they drew apart
They understood what had really held the market together before. Violence. After all, what good was a debt if the creditor couldn't compel it to be paid?
Again, Syd had that feeling, the past as an echo, repeating itself as it faded. The poor had longed for Jubilee to save them from the powerful, and now the one-time patrons longed for the Machine to do the same. Every revolution believes it can retur...
Remaking the world wasn't always a stage show and a cheering crowd. Politics was just warfare by other means. The losers didn't get to hold rallies.
Being alive and living aren't the same.
At the birth of a new world, there will be always pain.
He was a real-life soldier playing soldier from his memories of made up soldiers.
... but she believed and that was the price of belief. It gave no discounts to friendship (p370)
He wondered if anyone really ever changed, or if stuff just piled on and on, covering up, but never erasing all the different parts. How deep would you have to dig to find who you started out as?
Yes, he wanted to tell Krystof, it will hurt. Even if you don't get sick like them. It will hurt.
