I reach up and pat them both on the head. "Poor things. If you had a boy that looked like Logan, you'd be kissing him every chance you had, too.

That's not what he meant," Rachel says again, pink flushing her cheeks.
"Actually, I meant-" I start to say, but Willow cuts me off.
"What? It's true. He looks at you like he'd like to dip you in sugar and eat you up.

Take the blame that belongs to you, and nothing else. I’m asking you to look it in the eye and face it for what it is.

I promised I will always protect you. You've been wounded badly because I've failed to keep that promise.
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But I won´t fail you in this, Rachel. no matter what has happened. No matter what you've done. No matter what you will do. I will always love you. I swear it.

What's the use in being diplomatic? I'd rather just pull my weapon and wing it.

And for me, it means honoring those who've loved me and sacrificed for me by choosing to be the kind of warrior who delivers justice even when it threatens to hurt me.