Ask no questions, I tell no lies.

Maybe that's why he watched over all of us--because of the ones he couldn't protect, he took care of the ones he could.

If pregnant girls were sinner, what were liars called?

The truth is messy. It's raw and uncomfortable. You can't blame people for preferring lies.

This, the language of deception, we both understand. We were born to it, along with the curses.

Telling Sam and Daneca feels like peeling off my own skin to expose everything underneath. It hurts.