"First, you need to understand that everyone here chose to be here."
"Not one person on this island is here because I made them, or because a system told them they had to be, or because some god put them here like pieces." He looked back at the shore. "Morteus, you are the God of Death."
"But everyone here has already died once, and they came back."
"They have had time to come to terms with the fact that nothing is permanent..."
"You are not a threat to people who have already been on the other side and chosen to build something anyway."
Lyssa had turned into a young woman with hollow eyes, and she was smiling in a way that made it look like she thought this was both fun and scary.
"And what about me?" she asked. "I wanted to take everything you love and see what breaks first."
Greg said, "I've already lost Bork."
He had practiced carrying it for three years, so the name came out steady.
