Gearbreakers Quotes

You do not get to love someone and think they won’t feel it.

The whole world can rot.' Eris whispers. 'Let's just sit here and watch it happen.

Because you choose sides in war and I chose the one that makes me feel human, and this I will not apologize for.

Where is she?” I say, again, because we save each other, and I need to be saved.

I could hate you, but it would kill me, and that is not how I am dying for you.

I do not feel it. I watch the ink bloom across my skin, guided by her careful hand, watch the little line form between her brows as she concentrates, and the others dancing around us, and the night leaned up against a window, and please remember it like this, just like this. The good part. This part is so fucking good.

Oh I see what's happening to me, I think to myself, her curls against my jaw. Oh, okay. Oh shit.

She’s just a kid but was never allowed to be, and I know how that can mess with you

But you would do it for me, For everyone else. You do not get to be alone in that, Eris; you do not get to save people without them doing same for you.

It's not who I want to be. I want to be soft, and I don't want to take shit from any-one.

But for now, I have wings, and my fingers scrape the open sky.

Because I am miserable and so viciously in love with her, I eat the soup.

It makes sense that, when the times were desperate enough, when the people were frenzied enough, at a certain point we went past praying to deities and started to build them instead

I cannot choose what I have been made into, but I can choose what to do next.

We are so much more tremendous than what we give ourselves credit for. Except me, of course, I know I am immeasurable. - Jenny Sindanai

Just another kid. Just like me. It's laughable and heartbreaking, and it makes me ache for the end of this time, this age of children inheriting wars. 'Could we just stop?' I want to ask. 'Could you want to act your age and unmake this brutality within you? Could you know we are too young to feel so cruel'?

I was my only possession, and I gave that up.' I frown, eyeing her up and down. 'You look like you're all here to me. Right where you're supposed to be.

beaming with a smile that could crack the cruelest of storms apart.

But of course there are no Gods here, good or bad, protective or vicious. There are only brutal people and their brutal toys, preying on those lacking in their own brutality.

What are you waiting for? A kiss goodbye?” “Is that an offer?

I am violent. I am awful. But every vicious thing about me is mine in its entirety.

You do not get to be alone with that, Eris; you do not get to save people without them doing the same for you.' Her gaze burns into mine; I try to look away, and her hand close against my jaw, forcing me still under the soft weight of her fingertips, and then she whispers, with a quiet, jagged kind of ache, 'You do not get to love someone and think they won't feel it.

And … try to not think worse of me.” In my pocket, my forefinger curls into the crook of my thumb. There is so much heat in my face that it is a tangible weight. “Worse than you already do.

All that glorious destruction at her fingertips.

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Eris, could you please hit me very hard across the face?

I have long learned to be cautious of pretty things. But this. I did not account for this.

She cannot look at me as the gunfire starts with so, so much fear for me and think I won’t know what it means. You cannot love someone and think they won’t feel it.

She is a black hole in the center of the midday world, an act of defiance without even trying.

Damn. I really thought that would work.

You don't have to be good. You just have to be better than the bad you've done.

Me...what? Ha. I'm good. I'm all good. It's just I want to punch something, and the impulse never really passes.

Now Sona picks up her head. She doesn’t look as empty as I thought; it’s worse than that—she looks so sad that my heart doesn’t so much break as it twists and ruptures, and I press my palms to my eyes as heat breaks at their corners.

My nails claw at the mattress. My cries carve the walls, but I cannot stop, I can only grapple blindly for nothing, nothing to hold on to, I am spinning, I have lost my footing, this will never stop, this is the last thing I am going to feel, I will carry this with me and nothing else nothing else nothing else—

If we do die, it will be with our weapons out, using our last breaths to spit on Godolia's name and taking as many of their pathetic sycophants down with us as we can. Our final words will be of fury and hatred and the defiance they believe to be extinct. So I ask you again, Frostbringer, would you prefer I sugarcoat it? Or would you like better to be reminded that no matter the outcome, we will not die as theirs?

To the reckless, lovestruck kids. (The former may be lethal, but the latter makes it worth it.)

I have a stone heart, but it shatters when it beats too fast, and I love to fight, but I hate these battles.

So what do you say, Sona? Wanna be an inconvenience with me?