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"Ölebiliriz de ," dedi Eli.
"Yaşayan herkesin aldığı bir risk bu."
Sayfa 58 - pegasus yaayınları
All Eli had to do was smile. All Victor had to do was lie. Both proved frighteningly effective.
The absence of pain led to an absence of fear, and the absence of fear led to a disregard for consequence.
He wanted to care, he wanted to care so badly, but there was this gap between what he felt and what he wanted to feel, a space where something important had been carved out.
When no one understands, that's usually a good sign that you're wrong.
"But these words people threw around -humans, monsters, heroes, villains- to Victor it was all just a matter of semantics. Someone could call themselves a hero and still walk around killing dozens. Someone else could be labeled a villain for trying to stop them. Plenty of humans were monstrous, and plenty of monsters knew how to play at being human."
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"you asked me if i ever wanted to believe in something. i do. i want to believe in this. i want to believe that there's more." victor sloshed a touch of whiskey over the edge of his glass. "that we could 𝘣𝘦 more. hell, we could be heroes."
"we could be dead," said eli.
"that's a risk everyone takes by living."
"you’re hurt," he said to the bundle of wet clothes. it wasn't the arms crossed tightly over the form's chest that gave it away, or the dark stain on one sleeve, darker even than the rain, or the way the figure pulled back sharply when he reached out a hand. victor smelled pain the way a wolf smelled blood. tuned to it.
victor knew pain too well to be fooled by the defiant look.
where are you, eli? he wondered.
where are you where are you where are you where are you?
the question echoed in his head. he’d wondered it every day for a decade. some days absently, and others with such an intense need to know that it hurt. it actually 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵, and for victor, that was something.
''did you know,'' said victor, skimming a book from the prison library on anatomy, ''that when you take away a person's fear of pain, you take away their fear of death? you make them, in their own eyes, immortal. which of course they’re not, but what’s the saying? we are all immortal until proven otherwise?''