It's woven between the lines of obligation and pleasure - blurred beyond any recognition - of when cash slipped out of the equation for battle.
Had they all died on Elpis,
or just began to live on Pandora?
It didn't matter.
The revolution was coming:
and it was painted yellow.
βCleaning the streets of filth? Nahnahaa, Iβm not that altruistic. Me? Iβm in the business of making sure that the filth gets to know a little personal pain on the way down.β
"Nahnahnahnahnahh, listen here sweetie, I haven't got 'issues'. Y'know -- Y'know why it's anger 'management', right? Y'know why they call it that? Darlin'?
It's not about erasing that burning hatred inside you: it's about directing it at the people who actually deserve it."
"Back on Elpis, Nisha smiled at me one day. Not a normal smile: one of those evil grins she wears.
'There's a drought, we should shower together, save water,' she said.
Suffice to say, my suspicions were confirmed. Nisha's from hell, and her burning showers remind her of home."
"Across all my life, I've never seen a gleam in someone's eye, a smile that stretches ear to ear, as genuinely as Nisha's: ONLY when she figures out that one pair of her high heels makes her an inch taller than me.
She finds it funny.
Wilhelm finds it funny too.
Fuck."
It's pretty evident that Nisha does not have the typical views on romance that most people do.
'The way you bleed' wasn't the expected answer when I prompted her to reveal what her favorite thing about me is.